Dawn, Oct. 20 2008

Today
I woke
To a deep blue shower

An endless flurry
Of leathered leaves
Streaming from
Some hidden store
In the weft and wale
Of this sycamore

Of this jetsam drift
In craclking sprint
Some are caught
In her winsome glint
That melted blue
To cream to gold

To fire

Enflamed
But not
Consumed

SFE  2008