Petals of fire
flow
in an archipelago
of Gold-rust motes
of Sun.
Leaves of a Star
changing, consuming
the air and ground
though not the wood and bole. 
The tree holds
fire-red gold
at limb’s length,
like torches held up
for light
waving briskly in the air 
before burning out
and in a soft-dry “whick”
loosing and
plunging
to a green’s grave —
cascading alchemy
from
gold to humus.
Though I Fall 
Witty and clever thanks to good word choices! 🙂 Nice one, Scott! But I’m in no hurry to Fall…
Thank you! (But if you do Fall, I hope you have a nice trip…8^)
Petals of fire is such a good description – awesome! 🙂
Thank you! I wrote the poem years ago, but came across it recently – just when I had some suitable pictures for it. Glad you liked it. 8^)
Sure did! 🙂