Disquieting returns; a freeze watch
out East, new growth on your scans,
a return to dormancy,
more gravely, its loss–
there are no more words
but look how on the porch
the shadows of some leaves
pattern the rest,
the intricate geometries
of sun, the blood-red stems,
seed pods growing dry
and perilous
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Wow. Stunning. “look how…the shadows of some leaves pattern the rest.” A textured line if ever there was!
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Thank you! And yet I’m looking at the same trees today and it doesn’t come close to doing the scene justice…
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