Autumn Gently Flares
Summer storms are thrashing
trees overladen with a lush glut
of arboreal heaviness.
Will the Fall enter through this crashing rain,
shall the canopy of a saturated season
crash now one leaf at a time?
I see fire in the sodden green,
it struggles to glow
and yet I watch it grow, become
and filter through.
The gale breaks not a single stem,
yet a more temperate breeze
hammers silently, burnishing,
a tinkering with copper shades
until at last an Autumn glaze
dabbles with bright or umber shades
and one leaf gently drops.
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