Wearied of life,
decrepit now in death,
trees' hulks, decaying termite lairs,
molder amongst last year's leaf litter
as chill rainfall funnels down churning runnels.
Nowhere can living leaf or stem be seen.
Soon (please) will come the greening spring:
fern fronds then will curl, unfurl,
ground-ivy creep, coltsfoot prance about,
and violets trickle out.
Now, though, only
E. L. Core
© 1990 ELC