My favorite season-colors change/trees are blooming
even in emotional drought-teardrop rain
Green shoots tentative and thin rise up towards one sun
Before winter comes,this paler Spring-shade and light
Reflection of what was and what will be-
of the leavings the the losses-leaves tossed into compost
To be mulched for future gardens
I am these thin trees so certain of their roots
other elders chopped/gone/ghosts
I see the certainty of change
I say to all that is-i am here
you know where i live
you know my names!
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