Patchwork overcoat of amber
waits for gust.
Hark back to the days when
we used to store sunlight.
Leaves,
sighing,
after
the laughter of summer,
when
our green architecture
supported
flowery pedestals.
We
used to store sunlight
From
green to brown to black to light, and back; we will return.
Juicy
to dry willow trails.
Crunch.
Cracked
midribs.
Mellow
to the core,
before
the
freeze.
What
was vert, grün
turns
to
schokoladebraun.
Noir.
We
will show you the passage of time (loud)
Rest
in peace, dear chlorophyll (quiet)
Our
russet wreaths lie in
Pembrey
Woods, with fellow garlands.
We
used to store sunlight
Richly
veined pipelines
of original solar
panels.
Memories
of snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Snaps
of gold.
Swallowed.
Leaves.
Protection
and fun
We
make hedgehog duvets.
Snails'
hover-boards.
We
used to store sunlight.
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