Everything thrown away collects and litters,
Empty cups and paper wrappers along a roadside ditch,
Broken branches and furrowed bark laid out among ferns,
Like afterthoughts disconnected and meaningless until
An early sharp drop freezes leaves and pine needles to
Moss threads or brown grass strands and
Scatters hoarfrost around like seeds
After strong winds plow through at ground level.
Vapor and dew crystallize in uniform cover
Fields turn into a white-frothed sea
Parsed by bordering tree-trunk pillars
Give ancient Grecian depth and
I wonder when the rime is going to rise
Above the lines of the tree trunks’
Dark high water marks,
And flow beyond the
edge of the field,
And flood the rubbish-mottled floor of my mind,
While a woman, bare-headed, stands in the wings
By bare-branched trees.
© cmheuer, 2013
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