the planes of trees
are etched bare
in first full autumn storm
massed gold and orange
torn from the instant, transformed into
instantaneous, over and over each
leaf wrenched, tested, borne aloft
now cast down violently
a lesson in the geometry of space
and light, gravity and motion
the black sky belted
with streamers of russet, brown
yellow, scarlet flashing, limp
flags that march with
cold wet wind

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