Trickster

Fall came barging

In, boots flapping,

Last Tuesday,

Accompanied by rain,

Autumn’s ever-present

Shadow. Thirsty maples,

Trusting, held eager leaves

Outstretched to catch every drop.

The trickster season

Quenched their thirst,

Sprinkling can tilted

In one hand, while

Paintbrush in the other

Softly slapped each leaf

With colors of demise.