October has grazed
The daisies, among other things,
But the stems and buds appear black, stale, and sickly,
Yet unwilling to cease entirely to autumn
The once-yellow petals
With blonde pistols and leafy and lively stems
Are corpses
and I don’t understand how, when this happened
Their heads hang low under the street lamps
One of the bulbs flickers, but its inconsistency, Instability is unbothersome
Because the light only embroiders the darkness
I fear upon descent
Every crimson leaf that brushes
Against the flower corpses
Won’t compel them to collapse, but snowfall will.
I find them ominous, yet ravishing.
Pine needles litter the sidewalk
Next to the morbid and perishing flora And I hear the train