As the green drains from the leaves, why doesn’t it pool underground like a reservoir of eternal summer?
Why don’t the green, leaf-shaped katydids turn brilliant colors before they die?
When lovers intertwine, why don’t they fuse like roots from adjacent trees?
If a human falls in a city and there are no trees around, does it leave a hole?
An early snow prompts memories of last year at this time: three haiku-like things.
the sky is falling:
autumn leaves turning
white with snow
white supremacists elect
an orange leader
it’s not winter
it’s white springtime