Haunting beauties, trees
pluck at the sleeves of eyes,
striking, head-turning,
handsome, lissome, laughter-light-full,
some already sparse treasuries,
admixture of air and leaf,
autumn vestiges veil
posed bough-silhouettes,
wintering signatures,
others unstill in multitudinous
ruffling colors in sunlight,
the jaunty jaune, rich ocher,
bronze, a blooded blush - all turn
in parallax as we speed by,
hills hunching up in front,
shrugging down behind us
until the sun is swallowed
raw in a furrowed field.
