5. AUTUMN TREES
It’s all here, and I carry you in my soul
Everywhere on earth that I go.
Wind, seasons, stars.
A humming in the quilted hay lodes.
Softly visits the gurgle bird.
Light gently intrudes.
Trees, leaves, water.
Autumn trees, their bark armored
gray for winter;
Melting ice, on sandpaper bark
in me.
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