Nature's New Coat

Fire and fruit and rusty hinges
Of a long forgotten gate
Treasure hiding there
Crinkling leaves
To be raked with disdain
But later joyous dancing
Verdant forests fading
And holding in patterns
Between crimson and gold
Some would say they're dying
But it's only transformation
So I sit and enjoy zesty, juicy, 
spritzing in my face
Sweet and tart
Musky aroma of life
Meeting death in mystery
And ponder what's beyond
This corroded door
© Amber Keating, 04.08.18