Tuesday, October 20, 2015

October battlefield

The tree kindles an Autumn fire:
leaves, bailing out from cockpit branches,
advance guard storm troopers 
parachute upon the sleeping grasses.
The assault has begun,
blitzkrieg threatened on the morrow’s wind
and the baring surrender
of hibernating trees.
But today you wear colour
a final fiesta
before the sombre
uniforms of grey.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

One of your more vivid pieces. As always, brilliant.