one:
a first flame of red curling at the edge
of leaves easing around the corners
of trees response to the long slow
annual death to cycles
the leaves ripe - waiting - carefully prepared
by slanting light on the dying cusp
by growing old waxing slow bringing
the necessary end to green dreams
two:
a curling answer of smoke eases
around the corners of the wood response
to long preparation to prayer
the wood dry - waiting - carefully shaved
and laid on yesterday's crumpled paper yesterday's
disasters and histrionics used cars
and financial dreams becoming today's
smoke advance news of flame of metamorphosis
three:
the maiden thrust of rouge flaunted
at the verge of snow outrageous
fulfillment of tulips culmination of
the necessity of going on of never surrendering
scarlet letters written on the brow
of winter announce the act the
maidenhead of ice is breached flowers
fondle with long new fingers
four:
our eyes meet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem