Those Fiery Leaves

The trees in autumn are

Lit matches.

The leaves, fired like terracotta,

Coat the mountains with

Warmth from the chill.

The forest floor

Houses salamanders in

Rotted wood set to feed

The current fires

That line the rocky peaks.

With smells that we yearn

To capture

But a candle can’t compare.

It’s something we can

Look forward to;

Those fiery leaves.