Look, the trees have streaked their leaves yellow.
The trees are gluttonous during summers
like well-fed cats
which when abandoned feed
on its instincts and grey eyes.
The trees ape the spirit of this feline
till the midwestern winters strip them bare
and they become ascetics,
who are not as cute as cats.
Warming ourselves and saving our skin
We wait for summer…
Then O! dear tree,
we will embrace and pamper you
till you blush green and
streak your leaves, yellow and red, again.Categories: Poetry