we were like children
picking up different leaves
different colors
and felt the surge
of youthful kindling
warming up inside of us
red
yellow
orange
dried leaves crack in our palms
as we crush them
into confetti
that we throw on the sidewalk
imagining a wedding of epic proportions
yet we hide
our faces from each other
in a youthful hide-and-seek
beneath the crush confetti leaves
we find our written vows
in a language we do not yet speak
it is autumn
and we dress in the colors
of the leaves
assorted memories
burn
yearn
forever a reminder
of yesterday
we were like children
leaving behind
trails of our existence
the red leaves of autumn
in the hope
that someone might follow
our hopes and dreams
your dreams turned yellow and red
for the night was long
and we did not know
what tomorrow might hold
you picked up a leaf
and closed your eyes
for the nightmare might
never begin
confetti leaves
sprinkled in your hair
the promises we kept
now merely crushed leaves
in our palms
Postscriptum
We were children running around in the streets. They looked at us like we were crazy, but we could not care less.
The leaves turned this amazing color and 
In any case, I hope you enjoyed this post filled with my strange poetry. I felt inspired by a line or two and the words just kept flowing.
Keep well, and happy photographing!
All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens. The poetry and writing are also my own creations.