Doubled or blurred
the leaves I cannot see
without glasses, each twirling
greenly on its own stem, so
singular, turning alone,
together, to sun, to wind,
the chill of autumn,
green leached away
to sweetness, to honey
or amber till even that
withers, draws inward,
begins again.
Last light of summer - Jennifer Kapala
Photo by Barb Toyama
To Sweetness, Honey, or Amber - Photo by Willy Wilson