The leaves that watched us make love

No longer green with envy as they near

—Their death—

Their veins give way to the winds so tough

But you wouldn’t know for you are not here

I sip tea and watch the window alone

Colors of fall time shimmy and sway for me

—Their show—

Beam! before breakage from the branch they called throne

The absent boy stays only for life’s apogee

The growth of grass and the loss of leaves a

Yardsticks for the love we brewed and burned

—Their sacrifice—

Branches shook bare as winter comes to reave

The sap left untapped of the willing sweetfern

–Falltime in Rosebank