THE WAY OF THE FALL

The orange splendor
of this season beside you
is where you'll find me
on a bridge over stillness
floating on tree and sky
like an invasion of impostors
where the sunset tickles
but this lonely gazer
and the undoubtable reflection
that she travels alone
clinging only to fade
and all that's left
is a landing where it's bare
slipping into dark thoughts
of this world confused
where she encountered
gandering associates
seeking with red eyes
what is bursting into the view...
The final one to fall.

~ Marilen J. Sarian

*What's neat about this poem is the sequential order of the photography expedition I took earlier this week. These words were first the titles I conceptualized once I chose my strongest shots. After reviewing them in a slideshow, I was in awe of the poetry it created. So here you can read the rhythm of the words' pace as it echoes in my head.