Scarlet

I cup the scarlet leaves
In the hollow of my eye
As this September weaves
Autumn in the sky

The cooler winds of morning
Have lengthened through the day
Last evening’s nervous storming
Heralds summer’s disarray

Those leaves still cling with sap
To high branches overhead
Feathers in the cap
Soon falls the flower bed

I see the changes turning
Their rueful notes abound
Summer’s life of yearning
Scattered on the ground