For Ralph
The marsh trees have
stripped down to silence,
but the golden tent
of the abounding woods
has just unfurled –
like the inside of a crown
where the marks of its
molding are apparent --
the leaves of ruby and
amber set in wood --
and something sweet,
folded in with calm,
filters the air.
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Martha T. Terrell
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