Beech - Tricolor
Beech – Tricolor
In the late spring
you come out plain:
a brown paper wrapper,
but you change fast,
wine, ruby, the pink
of lips not ordinarily seen.
Grabber of attention.
Dancer in the wind.
You soar like hawk.
You dazzle like hummingbird.
You applaud sunshine.
taking time to root,
tapping the vibration
of mineral spaces,
the moisture of kosher
and quiet rains.
For all that beauty,
in the autumn
you return the way you came:
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