Retreat

poem

photo by Michelle Lane, author

Traveling a morning road
in early autumn,
I see the maples
giving up their green.

The morphosis is visible
on their highest leaf tips
with burnished edges
of vermillion and
saffron yellow.
The cottonwoods reveal
their hint of gold.

Here, in this northern latitude,
this is evidence
of the necessity of retreat.

Not a leaving,
a deepening to the roots.
Part of a rhythm
of thriving.

photo by Michelle Lane, author
Michelle Berry Lane

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Teacher, writer, poet, student, earthling; theopoetic acorn chewer, intent on uncovering meaning

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