with a turn of the wind,
a long string of leaves yellowing
from the top of the willow,
and the call of Canada geese
deer forage in back yards
for those last morsels of green,
the yellow leaves turn red, and
brown pine needles litter the road.
Cold mornings, colder nights:
I already know how long
it will be until spring.
|Van Gogh, "The Mulberry Tree"|