Not a betrayal, but a warning.
The first surprising flag of decay.
A little gasp at this first brilliant leaf
fluttering high
above lush green.

Not a betrayal, but a call to reality.
A silent call, clanging, clapping hands,
calling to order.
Seasons change

Not a betrayal, but a reminder.
The sun subtly steals
a moment or two.
Time turning.

You removed your hand a little too quickly,
preferring to walk unhampered beside
the broad river that carries away
dreams, old hopes.

Strange how the red leaf
is the highest one.
So many warnings, but not a betrayal.