Silver Wassail of Chimes
bird’s beak
in stirring melody arouse
silver wassail of chimes
breathlessly bound
to bough
to bow
at angst of wind
reverence of two feet
bird’s claws clinging to the true branch
unbound
bird’s praise
of appraisal as Autumn leaves
red and golden linger
whirligig and
arise
surly
and duly tossed
to the cold cruel surface
where children wait to kick and stomp
throw wings
God sees
impervious backbone of leaves
for it’s all in Fall’s fun
the breakdown of
compost
the trees
do not despair
wings pet the bark whilst the
losing of proverbial hair
color
inward
greening has knowledge of Springtime
the songbirds practicing
their sunshine tunes
its boon
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