A Thread of Leaves
The trees spin their thread in the wind
winding around each icy eye,
needle finding its point,
threading its eye.
As in a dance,
each point finds its mate--
a bit of lace
rethreading again and again,
as through the winter
each struggles to reattach deserting leaves.
As each gust announces
the departure of laced partners,
each leaving, long delayed
becomes an arrival
upon waiting lawn and concrete below,
painting my world
in brilliant hues,
while the trees
mourn their losses
and rethread once more.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013