[Espy]

strange
my usual black garments
strike a stark contrast against the blazing colors of fall
a thing i'm used to
but they eerily fit too well this time around

trembling
i take a deep breath
and lift the flute up to my parched lips
a wavering note
and then another
a haunting melody soon floats out through the dancing leaves

music
i weave my life into harmonies
the critters keep my company while the men look on
i forget the noose
and ignore the floor that suddenly disappears beneath my feet