The leaves lay spread amidst a coverlet of snow-
one a bit early, the other late in season
past reds and yellows – some time ago.
They were once green, connected stem to root –
and spring and summer rains
dripping from their tapered ends fed them –
their flowers and their shoots.
The rains that came in maelstrom or set in calming mist,
now fall glissando-like in frozen silhouette.
Lighting on the grass and ground, setting to persist.
The time between these spells now hardly seems unfurled
and yet the leaves, now consummated, are ensconced in winter pearl.