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.

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