*limbs extended in surrender
slowly sapping expectation
humbled by the loss of leaves
casted to the fate of winds
moss casually draping down
bunting to the veranda below
naturally setting the stage
a balmy night's curtain call
perfume of coronated lime
headily rising to a salsa beat
the rhythm of a porch swing
rocking vaguely to memories
on a branch the bird alights
free to love and to be loved
conducting energy of promise
awakening roots to the fall*