Gingkos Poem by Dana Korneisel

Gingkos



A veinèd fan,
A painted world
And needles of stark light.

Behind the mask
A dying world
Of falsity, no fright

He'll come again
The sanguine world
On tow'rs of stone to stand

A colored life
A summer's world
You'll life through this, poor friend

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An encounter with familiar gingko trees in late fall.
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