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
