SIX SEASONS OF LEAVES
by Autumn Brown

I.

Veins springing emerald life,
Stretching across their cheerful bodies—
Her curious children,
Weighing her limbs toward infant faces,
Blooming bubblegum delight—
Bumblebees humming spring.

II.

Springing below,
Steady—in tune,
Poppy pests seethe,
Blemishing floral youth.

III.

Their bodies—
Evergreen,
Against sun’s steam.
Waving,
Like flags,
Careless independence.

IV.

Chlorophyll sheds,
The splendor of fall.
Pigments—
The vigor of fruit.
Falling in scarlets,
Dancing to the beat like wild children,
Among fiery confetti.

V.

Autumn leaves,
Rustling truth.
Through cashmere woods,
Bodies, shape of baby blades,

In flames—
Rubies rusting,
Crimsons charring,
Deafening,
Is the bitter chill.

VI.

Carob corpses hanging on,
Dangling, dead babies from Mother Nature’s arms.
Alabaster ice consuming their edges,
Cracking those soft bones.
Snow shivers her aching bark,
Grief withering her wood—
Seizing the sky’s solace,
Like black veins.

 

 


 

Autumn Brown is an undergraduate student in her junior year as a Broadcast Journalism major and Fashion Merchandising minor. Formerly known as “Glenneasha Brown” up until her freshmen year of college, she assumed the pseudonym “Autumn.” The season always resonated with her because it revealed the true colors of leaves. Expressing herself creatively allows her to reveal the same truth, hence the name “Autumn”. Outside of her devotion to writing, thrift fashion is her second love. She enjoys traveling back in time through consignment shops, while remaining in the present. In addition, Autumn dabbles in blogging, alternative music, and theatre.