I do a magazine-style photoshoot with two of my friends every season (I'm an avid photographer), and I was excited to take pictures of my perfectly-curly locked red headed friend. Her gorgeous hair would have looked at home among the red, orange, and golden hues. However, when we finally found a free weekend, it was past the prime of the colorful season, and the October death to leaves had begun to strike. Though I thought I would be disappointed with the pictures, the varying shades of brown and crispness left an intriguing dark touch on the pictures, and I felt the atmosphere to be refreshing. It inspired this poem, which I split up into pieces as the caption of a series of photos.