There are so many leaves
to fall that you almost
wonder how it can happen
without your hearing it.
But one does, in early
sunrise after a frost,
hear them falling one by
one, pirouetting in des-
cent en pointe upon one's
cap beneath their canopy,
finally specific, an en-
tire corps revealed one
by golden one; and one
sees the light transfig-
ured into following, fur-
ling sheaths of sudden
adulation, a lifelong
season's shade dispersed
in single, whole moments.
I see no attribution, so I might assume that this is your own composition? Lovely.
ReplyDeleteKind of you to say. It was a pretty morning and my dog is still discovering a Fall. He helps.
DeleteOh, I do comprehend; les chiens are always so helpful in steering and enlivening one's contemplation.
DeleteAnd perception, and delight, and indebtedness to light; and all of this, with their witty gift for camouflage. Possibly you know how they do it. I do not, and I thank you for reminding me.
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