Autumn's End
Where a different currency grows on trees...
November’s trees
put on
a morning strip show
for the
oblivious passengers
across the platform.
Their limbs
coil like serpents around
telephone poles
and fling gold, orange
or rust-colored leaves
across the platform.
These are the tips they leaf for us…
[except]
I’m the only one
watching this show,
taking their tips
to heart.
They’ll be here all day and night
until they’re completely naked,
until autumn’s end…
Evocative. Provocative.
When I was a kid I would pick up a maple leaf off the ground and marvel at not just the yellows and oranges but streaks of green and brown. Sometimes there would be black spots and sometimes white spots. True red was rare but a treat. That just left blue and violet out of the picture. It takes a poet to actually see what people just look at.
Beautifully crafted Victory! ✨💖✨