the tree in the backyard
surprises me, waking-up on
my birthday late saterday noon -
it stands there vibrating in
bright bridal yellow, it's crystal
atire flaring-up in the sun -
underneath it a perfect round
carpet of diamond-like leaves,
and as the wind does
not dare play it's novembery
hide and seek, not even the
ravens dare move the
hands of the clock, nor mutter
their complaint to the heron -
like him, on one foot, i stand
waiting a full minute - untill
one little yellow leaf, slowly
falls to the ground.
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