Autumn comes early here…
With birch transcending their naive roles
to states of golden brevity
Some tip-tinged with the fiery notions
of passionate blaze

And others will look on
Green as envy
For they’ll never know the wild surges
of beauty and clarity their glowing neighbours behold

That flash of brilliance that can capture a mind
Turning all around to see

Then wisp on tomorrow’s away…

And leave it bare
So bare

Empty in the shatterfold of winter

While lush neighbours
Green as pride
Look on swelling
at the rustic bones nearby
still reaching