© Koda 1992
to look at their destination.
They always knew their time
in the sun would come to this end,
but the ground was not so dark
nor so cold in summer.
And when the touch
of their bright flesh fell
upon the decayed remains
of the others who had gone before,
it chilled them deeper
than their imagination could concieve.
They wilted and curled and became rigid
and the snow came
melting and freezing in cycles
grinding them to forgottenness.
The tree is old, and experienced
I knew you would leave.