the green wood spirits are stirring
as leaves paint colors of cinnamon, carnelian and garnet
a fanciful garment for sweet maple to wear,
until the winds of late october come to bare
the colors upon the morning sodden ground
we ready our selves for longer nights,
colorless trees; we huddle close to realize
all the beauty we ever have needed
is close at hand, breathing in a heart that loves
to the green wood spirits, we do heed
9/11/11
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