the last of autumn’s colours
thin and thinner in the raking light
ton-sur-ton the wood in browns and yellows
against tender greys and blues
the gnarled tree trunks of the oaks
a fairy tale against the grey
the beeches white still festively
clad in yellow and in green
are islands of festivity
in the city drab and dead
and paper chains in polders green
which winter do await
some trees already barren are
the summer they consume withdrawn
their buds containing spring
(like in my own thoughts seeds there lie)
they wait so still, self-evident
their sap stream set
but in their crowns now and again
starlings twitter

22-9-2016