Fading

for the Honeybee

Golden orange piecrust

Like the golden orange leaves

Waited for with great anticipation

A brief burst of glory

Golden steam rising

Apple and cinnamon rising

Wafting up and calling

While the leaves are falling

Golden orange dreams

Wafting on the breeze

Ethereal and quickly fading

The pie is eaten; enjoyed

The ground collects the leaves

Then a blanket of snow