TO FIND THE BRANCHES EMPTY, EXCEPT

Go south seventy kilometers

and the deciduous trees

have more of their withered

                                leaves, 

two weeks worth,

perhaps, 

               of leaves,

from gold 

to green,

and come back

home

to find the branches

empty, 

except

the still young oak

on the yard,

                     the one

you've watched

grow 

         for fourty years,

holds fast its own

for them to fall

on late winter's snows.

28.-29.10.2025

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