Sunday, October 28, 2012

onlyness


two weeks ago . . . 

i rode by her and then went back because 
she was truly beautiful

and now she's entirely 
dropped
her leaves to the ground
where they have been raked and bagged
and sent to the composting site

and i know 
as i ride by her
that she's inside
her body

feeling 
the bareness
the stark thin
spindly
onlyness
of her winterbody

2 comments:

ellen abbott said...

sleeping, like a caterpillar, waiting to sprout it's new finery.

steven said...

sweetly written ellen!! steven