Ghosts of Fall, Raindrops and Cracked Concrete

Our maple tree dropped its leaves once they'd lost their ruby luster.

A selection found the driveway at the end of their fall.

The stone was cold, the air was wet and snow fell.

The icy weight cast autumn shadows, the color of dried blood, on the cracked concrete.

The leaves were gone and raindrops were falling by the time I saw the evidence.