Autumn never existed here-
unless the oranges and browns of your face constitute seasons.
I watch the leaves still full of green float off the floor and
look for trees they never came from.
You are Autumn sun and I am
cloud not covering your face.
Fix brightness on the sidewalk,
hum tunes of California.
I never knew what Autumn looked like-
I imagine purple with red
like blood bursting from veins of leaves
You burn like Autumn never has.