A short life

I watched when you were sleeping

dormant domestic dormir

in late winter ice weeping

delaying your premier

Through Spring, faltering, found her feet

birthing budding naissance

unfolding stems new forms secrete

becoming your raison

In July, August’s wet, sultry plume

pennants, banners fibrous sail

waving fans to celebrate your bloom

through tempests travail

As Sol recedes the trees left crying

new seeds to send

What pours off while dying

the pace quickens near the end