Fallen growth (May 19)

Maple tears shed in a hundred tones:
parchment brown, canary yellow,
plum wine, burnt umber, ochre,
ruby red, bronze, faded magenta
resting beneath barren eyelashes
or lonely dendrites of
mournful sentinels.

We measure emptiness,
spaces and absences
never repaired to
mirror-image perfect.
As they linger, so we
pace months in stillness,
marking intervals of life
as empty hollows
until something
blossoms.

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