October; cold, rain. / Color drains from clouds, darkens / the earth; rotting leaves.
Purposeful poison—! / Romeo’s rigid repose. / Jab! (Juliet joins).
Some shadow substance, / sapphire sky. Soft silhouettes— / six svelte sparrows, snow.
Shadow substances. / Fiery leaves illumined / by gleaming sparrows, / whose din of dark, fluttered wings / make beautiful dreams for ghosts.
In everything’s spite / your beauty is persistent. / Unlike the flowers, / in fall, you lose no color; / in the snows, you are as bright.
Remember these trees? / These red trees, and their whispers? / They were murmuring / this same soft song when we first / kissed—now they are so quiet.