i was born to the autumn

but who says i must change beautifully ?

i will change for no one

and nothing

ever

try to kill my red

and you will be met with a lash

try to take my foliage solace

and i will take your hands

for daring to poke fingers

into my chilled cage

if you want

a budge out of my browns

and yellows

and oranges

i say bring me your heart

on your finest silver platter

and allow me a taste

of what i stand to gain

for i was born to the cold

and will not warm for just anyone