When autumn leaves

By Claretta Holsey

signs are partout
you read fall
like tome of
tea leaves
wind leaks through
her sun won’t raise itself
somebody’s got to
sacrifice arms
for the uplift you 
grip her rope you  
grin her burn
coax her from recess 
of cradle
she arced from perfection to
God blows hot air 
in the tear of the curtain
downriver drifting
on rivulets of 
lifelines bob 
optimistic like
good intentions
if you cut the cord
she’ll sweat this sickness 
in the dark   
a part of you is
okay with that
but you tie your arms 
around her
and at least
the knots stay