Loose leaved
trees and bushes,
Caught off
guard by benumbed air,
As an image from
a midnight dream
Intrudes
upon the day and
Exchanges a sunlit
memory with a shadow.
As if by
hocus pocus a sudden adagio
Changes the
light’s spin and
Conjures up giant
spectacled wafts that
See up ahead
and complete the shearing
And slow
detachment of deciduous sheaths.
Cold winds converse
in hypnotic tones,
Recitations, and wheeling incantations
That lull
the rooted into somnolence as they stand
On the face
of the earth and begin their
Rapid descent
into silence.
© cmheuer
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