In Our Front Yard
The Japanese maple flares scarlet
through its quick autumn burning.
In too few days the ground beneath
the tree will turn red with the fall.
The fallen leaves will curl into themselves
like the grasping hands of the dying.
The light behind the tree sets farther
south each evening and the deer return
to pick through the garden's remains.
We will try to hold on to how this was.

Meredith Trede