the last of the auburn leaves
    fall quivering
       the canvass - void
          the solemnity of white and black
              glows on the bare branches
                  a spill of rare sunshines - wraps
                       warmth rush the dried veins of life
                         singed by the coldest drifts
                            fated by the chisels of frost
                               a splash of green, a bloom flourishes
                                   on the first day of spring