Autumn

Welcome now
The ragged
Tattered wing
That is autumn.

We call it fall
Since all things
Fall into ruin,
Ain’t it true?

Or is it leaves
Falling, leaving
Their blueprint
For spring?

This season
Descends like swift
Swords, sometimes
Like solemn sighs.

Mostly it surprises
Because last month
Became this month
Just the other day
And I still have
Yet to properly
Prepare for it.