Golden Fall
See the blood-red autumn leaves, how delicate,
Spontaneously turn into a burning flame
Followed by a harsh scream
Awoken from sweet dreams
The autumn wind merrily
harvests the leaves
The vegetation can't wait
to undress its crunchy coat
The charred leftover tree trunk
Looms from time to time
Was it just
Branches after falling leaves
While deep in the stems
Still moist
Living cells
Slowly regaining a new life
The one who will vanish is
Irrelevant
Ash and leaf
Along with human souls
Spontaneously turn into a burning flame
Followed by a harsh scream
Awoken from sweet dreams
The autumn wind merrily
harvests the leaves
The vegetation can't wait
to undress its crunchy coat
The charred leftover tree trunk
Looms from time to time
Was it just
Branches after falling leaves
While deep in the stems
Still moist
Living cells
Slowly regaining a new life
The one who will vanish is
Irrelevant
Ash and leaf
Along with human souls
Kaixiang Lu is a new poem writer, a teacher, a talented bamboo flute player, and a father of two. He currently lives in Milwaukee, WI, USA.