Some of the trees in August around here
get a jump-start on the season
They drop their golden blades
on grass that still requires twice-a-fortnight mowing

They don’t get the notice
that their cousins in October get
but it’s a portent of things to come

It’s as if they are heralding a greater, later event
A glory that is
yet to be

set to be


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