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I sit dally under my maples, luxuriating in their depth of emerald and jade, watching the birds flit through unseen spaces, squirrels scurrying from branch to branch… and I also wait with awe for the great turning… to lemon yellow and crimson… weaving and oscillating into fewer and fewer dehydrated and brittle fall-aways…. Just in this open moment though, feels like everything I need…
SEASONAL
by Ken McKeon
Tryst bound no more,
Hummingbird bounce away
From the
Sweetly cupping flower,
And why not?
The fall is almost here,
It’s fade time,
The everything dry up now,
Of leaf ash granularity,
Of soon to be warmly capped
Old man bald heads,
The back of the garden
Cascading purple maple
Will flare out scarlet big time,
This, for a few days,
Then dry death will bring it
All down to the ground,
Leaving behind
A formal coral bark display,
Such a telling commandment of time,
So full of silence,
There’s not even a touch
Of brightly humming life
To turn our eyes away.
