Now as the Larches

Even the asters
let their petals fade and fall,
succumbing to frost
now as the larches ignite
the thin flames of their needles.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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