Every fall there comes a day when a fruitless mulberry tree lets go of most of its perfectly green leaves, all at once. This year it was today, after a few nights that dipped into the 20s.
Golden ginkgo leaves fallen, await windy transport like feathers stalks nabbed Cacti catch zelkova gold. Bonsai ... now sticks, distinction mere form And is this process not like us, the human, flaring bright with our age, inevitably losing much of what made us so rare in our youth. Yet we retain these colorful blazes of … Continue reading Falling into fall