Turning vermillion

Theres is a time where we
cannot lose anything anymore.
You leave this world as you enter it
without possesions or company.
my father said that
he was fifty nine.
yet even the maple tree
had not lost a single leaf.
I wonder if that time
is here for me now

I thought he would live forever
My mother his perfect companion.
Not knowing how fragile
are the roots of life.
There is time where we
cannot lose anything anymore.
outside the maple tree is bare
its leaves a vermillion carpet.