The Fire Palette by Lorna McGinnis

First Bloom

Mums burst, scarlet flame
Withering to fine, brown ash.
Gilded moon shines, soft

Before the Light Fades

Sky gleams, blue and bright,
While gold leaves drift and flutter
In the barest breeze
That tickles lush, green meadow,
Fingers soft as a cat’s tail

Fragile Morning

Fog floats, tissue-thin,
Drifting like a bridal veil —
Leaves fall, glossy gold.

Death of a Maple Tree

Red leaves crackle, flare
And fall to cool, wet earth
Where they lie sodden,
Seeping into slick, brown muck —
Flame that does not hiss, but fades.

Lorna McGinnis graduated from the University of Puget Sound with a bachelor of arts in English. She’s been featured in such literary outlets as Feminine Collective and Word Gathering, and she blogs on WordPress. In her spare time, she reads anything she can get her hands on and practices martial arts. She lives in Olympia, Washington.