Originally published 10-26-19
Half-Autumn Trees
For a couple of autumn days
between the first sparks of color
and the mountains on fire
the trees are in my favorite state—
not entirely red, or brown and shedding,
but with a few branches tenaciously green.
It’s a lot like us, with these dashes of life seen among dry, crisp colors—
divinity heavily spotted with imperfection.
Though we pretend, sometimes, that we’re nothing but green,
I like to ponder the half-yellow trees,
and smile, and look through the leaves
at the bright white sun.
For a couple of autumn days
between the first sparks of color
and the mountains on fire
the trees are in my favorite state—
not entirely red, or brown and shedding,
but with a few branches tenaciously green.
It’s a lot like us, with these dashes of life seen among dry, crisp colors—
divinity heavily spotted with imperfection.
Though we pretend, sometimes, that we’re nothing but green,
I like to ponder the half-yellow trees,
and smile, and look through the leaves
at the bright white sun.
