Tous Le Changements
My friend in Vermont
says she feels responsible
for the lack of foliage: leaves
so tardy to turn for the busloads
of tourists who come for fall
glory. It's the same old story--
we take to ourselves Mother Nature's
abstinence, which isn't hers, but
ours, the fruits of emission, and those
blindfolded to the scarlet and gold
in absentia from the trees. "Il tous le
changements, il tous changements,
il s'agrandit" offer the French,
but not necessarily. Then comes
the freeze, and what doesn't
alter: the triple digit heat
you cannot beat.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2016
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