Timing
My friend in Vermont
says she feel responsible
for the lack of foliage--
leaves so tardy to turn
for the busloads of tourists
who come for fall glory.
Same old story: we take
to ourselves Mother Nature's
abstinence which isn't hers, but ours,
the fruition of emission and
those blindfolded to the golden
and scarlet missing on trees.
Then comes the freeze and what
doesn't alter: the triple
digit heat you cannot beat.
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