birthing

birthing

an inadvertent glance
 flickers across the window glass
each time   an eye surprise   
of golden maple leaves
where formerly    a mass of green
 danced to the wind’s exhalations

gravity exerts its philosophy:
all fall down
joyously executed
carpets   of scarlet   of gold
beneath the bared trees
turn to crackling brown
on the way back to dirt

irregular pearls of morning cloud
blush  baby pink
against baby blue sky  
 a season’s birth  hatching
 hen’s tooth of winter’s elliptic
 breaking through
scatters the fragments of summer’s shell

things are forever falling
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