The dark veins and burgundy tapestries
Remind you that fireplaces are burning early at dusk
And a little corridor of time between sunrise and sunset
Is nature’s catwalk, where many line-up
Thinned by abscission, wearing brief frocks,
The anorexic and the plus size in pret-a-porter.
What matters here is not the girth or the number of
Dendroid rings, only what will embellish
A little patch of ground with a crown of foliage
And fall is, where every deciduous leaf
Abscises with a promise to reawake,
To the epiphany of spring.
