marking my clark park:: part II

Summerfall...
as in fallen branches from the late summer pruning of the aging trees,
as in summer turning much too soon to fall...

wreathed festively around a trunk...

lying scattered in dapple sunlight...

and strewn about in voluptuous garlands...

the holly and the pine were prematurely trimmed...

and these little acorns have lost their raison d'être...

dead branches were rightly removed...

but fresh young ones fell disconsolate...

ever mournful in the cooling tree shadows...

 dark lace beneath my dreaming trees...