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Haddam Poet Laureate: The Unleaving

The Unleaving

by Lorraine Riess

Even without the sun, the Norway maple,

a species now spurned, radiates red.

Sugar maples stand nearby

their dependable yellow turning to melon

and thinning. Pin oaks hold on

to their stubborn green.

 

The cherry, green all summer, journeys to maroon.

The white birch-her pale hearts have already swooned

to the ground, losing her will in a weeping drape.

 

I spend too much time absorbing their glory

Not tending to what needs doing.

But how much other doing is needed?

 

Their leaves drop gently, a last dance in the breeze,

A snap on the fulcrum of autumn and drift,

their dry patter sounding like rain.

And then it does rain.

 

Only cedar and spruce will stand green

through the winter, shouldering the snow.

 

But for today, this deciduous tribe,

all get along with their varied hues and habits

amenable to this acreage,

resilient in their acceptance of accidental

immigrants and the hopefuls planted

by my own hand, replacing ash trees

now blighted into memory.

 

As sadness is layered with many reasons

so comes the progress of this season,

while I position pumpkins and mums

on the porch, just so.

Just so.

 

 

 

 

 

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