I open the curtains to find it has gone.
The tree on the corner has blazed reds and golds these past weeks. Illuminated by the nearby streetlight it has glowed through the evenings too, a welcome consolation as the evenings of autumn encroach. But the overnight winds have stripped it of its leaves; extinguished its fire.
To wane so luminously, then to pass so suddenly. Offer me that and I’ll take it.