Among the Frozen Leaves


one remains
cold this night of  freeze and thaw
remembering the
unaccounted like those of every century
this green, silky, fragrant thing
once thrived
grew green
believed in light
thrilled to the surge of rising sap
demonstrated photosynthesis
yearned for the heavens
and in a high wind did touch those nether reaches
almost for certainty
but fell,
not yet from the wind
creeping age
or just the seasons passing
as they do,
but knocked from its little hold
torn by those delicate attachments
miracles of nature's compelling adhesive
a tender stem
felled in one blow from the boy below
wielding his careless stick
even as she drifted toward him
still hungry in her fall

Palimpisest "again rubbed smooth"

River of No Return