deep in the dark dirt
the trees with autumnal mystery

whisper chemical words
touch and tap out rooted codes

they dust and vibrate ancient texts upon the wind
it is decided

this is to be a mast year
chestnuts acorns pinecones

pop and pepper the ground
they puddle in surprising abundance

the squirrels are certainly happy
the chipmunks too

do they understand what the trees discussed?
do they share that language?

are they allowed a voice?
we kick

and fidget
at the first beat

of the heart
and are born

to build
what will only

one day fall apart