Communion

Why is the world most vivaciously alive
right before it dies?
Intricate somber shadows mingle
with the most brilliant yellow leaves.
Extending bark arms
and the stubborn lingering green.
Gold's and brownish orange
garnish the gleam.
Why do we use a bridge to cross a creek?
Why not just slosh through the water, giggling and laughing with rosy raw cheeks?
Defy the approaching bleak.
Drunk am I.
On the iridescent blue sky and soothing,
intoxicating leaves of lemons and lime.
I run.
Frolic.
My heart receiving autumnal communion.