Last glow of autumn light
fills the kitchen’s chill.
White cabinets
orange briefly
before darkness
enters empty space.
I take the last apple
from the hanging basket.
For how long after I’m gone
will what I touched still sway?
Fall Sunset
Sarah Seybold’s poetry and prose are published or forthcoming in Alaska Quarterly Review, The Dodge, Chicago Quarterly Review, LIT Magazine, ZYZZYVA, Arts & Letters, The Indianapolis Review, Great River Review, and elsewhere. She lives with her husband and daughter in Columbus, Ohio.