how lush
the trees are
this time of year.
thick
with green,
as ripe
and mature in
leaves
as they can
be. not one
leaf turned,
not one branch
tired
of holding up
what summer
brings. but
how quickly it
can change,
this thing
called love
when a chill
sets in.
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