The leaves are
coming back slowly,
finally after the roofers came to
shave the tree for
better access.
The leaves are
back in red and
gold
we could live for
days beneath
those branches bent,
but not broken by
the rain
were it not for
the roofers who
will come, yet again, to
shake the leaves
down.
(c) Jayne Lyn Stahl
