two weeks ago . . .
i rode by her and then went back because
she was truly beautiful
and now she's entirely
dropped
her leaves to the ground
where they have been raked and bagged
and sent to the composting site
and i know
as i ride by her
that she's inside
her body
feeling
the bareness
the stark thin
spindly
onlyness
of her winterbody
2 comments:
sleeping, like a caterpillar, waiting to sprout it's new finery.
sweetly written ellen!! steven
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