Only surrounded now Comments

Only surrounded now
by light the woodlands rust

by the rising sun
that reaches fields, frozen

for the first time, wherever between
branches and their shadows

it can touch them, wipe
away the frost, thumbing through

the grass, as with a finger
on a pane of ice and glass

and that in passing above
the woodlands (soon

mists will rise up from the
treetops and evaporate)

will reach fields lower down
thawing them to

an intense and radiant green
that will breathe in relief

of having survived.
The yellow leaf

of a maple has fallen off
tainted, as if the pen

of the maker in
drawing its veins

had spattered it with ink
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