Thursday, September 1, 2016

Transitory

The trees have mostly stayed,
but their leaves have bent with age, many
dislocated, even –green,
to yellow, to paling red –while I
have remained fixated on the thought
that these trees, my trees, outside
the window frame, look like rows
of traffic lights –programmed
to make the color change, from Summer’s
Go, to Winter’s low, Falling to a Stop.   

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