Summer Ends Where She Falls
august sun; is fire blown to forest tree;
still it holds a girl's hot breath in its green
shade; covers
her shadow; just broke off the dark sky;
red-cold; yellow bite; now leafy whispers
mean stems to boughs; broken leaves to will
under her feet, the death
Fall pulls skin on
no flutter on the girl's russet cheeks;
trees never cry so quiet or twist so low,
little-princess verdant crown thrown.
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