A flag of fire is flown in autumn
Last defiance before winter come
Yet they, too, fall; drifting in brevity
Sparks cascade around the match like tree
Visible music notes, the season’s anthem
Red, gold, orange worn in patriotism
For now, bare limbs are found seldom
Tunnels of fire, signs of autumn’s army
A flag of fire is flown in autumn
The foe in the sky, snowflakes not welcome
Fought not for power, but for freedom
A bloodless war, honored not for history
Flames dancing in the ever-chilling wind, carefree
Celebrating the antebellum
A flag of fire is flown in autumn
