Hemlocked Heart

Wind has left the rusting trees
Floors of caramel and apricot
Twine with roots and shoots
Making crags and cliffs of soot.

Autumn air alive as bees
Churns without wind, innate
Electricity. They know, fate,
The fable of those who wait.

Trees herald Demeter’s decrees
Heroic and humble they pulsate
Eddies and currents they create
Windless flow of life they make.