lots of trees turning now–not from summer to fall

pine, oak and others stand still clutching their dead leaves to their branches as the dwarfed grasses turn a little more tender in response to a rain. though death encroaches within my microforest, it is at a slower rate than what is scattered about as I stroll. i have lost more since the chains saws fell the last dozen. I leave them standing at this moment and wonder about to dos. again I worry with my lines, not for temporary losses that would ensue, but for fear of the cascading sparks that would dance sizzling to the dry floor.


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foot plod atop forested leaf fodder
a good kind of early morn brrrr
fresh cut.
wasn’t on my to do list for the day