Ground's covered in leaves, refugees from trees,
sunshine to be recalibrated dirt,
higher up few bright orphans cling to twigs
waiting wind that will bring them down to earth

pageant's almost done, winter's almost come,
white sail of the moon cuts a colder sky,
the tongue twists, can't resist tumult of time,
I'm awake, mortality my hold's freight

the evergreens are true to their deep greens
as they await first dusting of snow white
each instant transpires to the next, remains
as slightest gauze before the eyes and goes

now is the summa *** float, bubble
that holds all that is painted on its walls