I worshipped the golden days of autumn
When cinnamon spice speckled the trees
And the sky crumbled into itself.
The smell of pumpkins thickened the air –
Like a jaundice-colored drug
Painting my eyelids with fire.
But who was I to know that bright leaves
Would dissolve into a winter sunrise?
Pink and violet candy ribbons:
Spun sugar wrapped around ice.
For this was a season that dripped
With sickly sweet lies perfectly designed
To eat me alive as I consumed myself.
I’d have cut my heart away
To taste the tissue-wrapped muscle;
If I’ve a trace of that poison,
I’d feed it to my contaminator.
But mitten clad hands caught my eyes
And taught me how to see again,
Taught me to believe in summers
When sunshine had been my antidote.
A smile made of cloudy days
Brought more syrup to my heart
Than the chocolate-coated promises
That had turned me into a diabetic.
Darling, I would sing to you
Of all the colors I can see,
Of how the world smells like roses.
Darling, I would sing to you.
