Autumn Red

Watching…. Steadily watching as it falls from branch only to be lost in the swirl of a crisp breeze. Dancing in the wind for what seems an eternity. Until it hits the ground and joins the thousand that cannot match its beauty. Only to be whipped up again with a slight flick of wind.

It’s perfect. And its perfection is rivaled only by a perfect sunset on the seas, or the moon setting on the ocean. Only to be compared to beauty in the red dress.

Watching each gram of tangible perfection fall is like listening to Fire and Desire for the first time. As if the wind is taking my breath away. And the flames are streaming and screaming from the trees.

Yet only the few. Some of the flames aren’t as bright as the others…amongst the thousands there’s always that one red. The red I see I her lips. The red of blood, love and dry tears. A red more powerful than any Crayola creation.

And it hurts to watch them try and clean up beauty. The blowers and rakes that destroy an image as powerful as the late Paul Williams rendition of “For Once in my Life”…. But I am powerless. Because if it’s not the gardener it’s the breeze, and either way the job is done and the perfection isn’t eternal.

But I can save atleast one. Place it in a book and pray it forever remains the same. The rest will remain in my memories.

Using each red, orange, and yellow leaf to place a picture to the emotion that burns within.

-Moises Seraphin