Shouldn’t that have told you something,
when the speckled leaves gave amber to the ground
and you turned to seek advice from all around
and found none.
Shouldn’t you have realized
that the ragged Autumn was your only friend,
though its message in the end
was too late understood.
Not till the last, the very last,
and the anniversary had come to pass.
Now you tread another message with your shoe,
notice that your hand grows speckled too.
[first posted 27 Sept. 2013]