Photographs of Autumn

By Grant Moore

These photographs are brittle leaves
That fell from trees, that we once caught.
I press them tender into sleeves
Of glass to halt the course of rot.
Though kept well fed with water shed,
They wilt to brown as colors fade.
No leaf can live beside the bed,
Without sunlight that makes the shade.
Yet even still, though claimed by dust,
I keep them hung upon my wall,
For memory you did entrust
Of walk with you through golden Fall.

Grant Moore holds a Master of Science in Mathematics from Towson University and a Bachelor of Science in Physics from Frostburg State University. After several years teaching mathematics at the university level, he transitioned to a career in technology, where he currently works as a Senior Site Reliability Engineer. His poetry explores the intersections of memory, nature, and the systems—both formal and emotional—that structure our lives. He lives in Cumberland, Maryland.