When Nature Moults

 

The interrupted fall

Of each broad leaf

Is an event on the sun-deck

Where the skin drinks in the gel.

x

The season’s a sort of dry autumn.

It’s the heat that knocks off the leaves

Big as faces, warped,

And weathered brown.

x

The evergreen bushes

Store what the dew provides

In rind protecting bitter, sweet

Or peppery insides.  

x

Jackfruit and tamarind

Compete against the lime.

The mango gets tested

By jade-breasted, jet-black tits.

x

Elsewhere everything is husks,

Shells of former selves:

A few dark pods

Clinging to the tree-tops.

x

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxChiang Rai, February, 2023 

 

 

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