leaves spill over
in violaceous bliss,
skimming the soil-
a plush purple kiss.
branches are bared-
a vibrant declaration-
pirouetting downward
in perfect preparation.
The Tree keeps her vigil,
a silent steady watch-
as times falls forward
and she
does
not.
Y'all are getting a poem and some quiet social media presence today because I can't find my other typing wristband. True story.
What's your favorite color of leaf? What's your favorite season? What's your favorite V word?
