legs and leaves
yourself the autumn got
and sailed your hair upon the breeze in whispy beams
a lighthouse to my thoughts
in summer rays your willful blooms would wilt the heat away
but autumns soft refreshing things
would keep you ever green.
i mark my passing in your heart and on your cliffs so sure
but for your boughs and tincture stain
you are the sea to me.
i clutch at wheat-crest waves of care across your depths
your wild tinder joy
to beach on winter shores
in art form still
in nature deciduous