The walkway of trees will suffer
when the chill in the air has taken away
their planetary chorus,
such ascending blasts
may have been heard in symphony halls
though the chandelier of sound in the dark
along with sweet scents waft on higher and higher
tones up the sidewalk
through out the canopy of trees,
land on us as we walked by.
And the buzz resonates inside trees, inside our bodies.
All these particular reverberations gone until next summer
as leaves begin to drop their golds and reds.
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Assistant Editor: Gabriela Magana/Editor: Bryonie Wise
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