My dad always says to look at the bright

side of life—he wouldn’t believe me

if I told him I found it here.

 

The yellow leaves catch the light

of the setting sun, a glimpse

of heaven, clinging to the branches

to their final days, and I’m not sure

if it’s a celebration or a funeral.

 

I should see death

but all I see is golden.

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Katie Palmer is a poet living in Upstate New York. She loves her two cats, eating sushi, and watching interior design shows. She's been previously published in Pomegranate Lit, Tiny Spoon, Honey & Lime, among other magazines.