POEM - Autumn at the Defense Supply Center
AUTUMN AT THE DEFENSE SUPPLY CENTER
by Scott Woods
On the other side of steel fencing,
a shock of red bouquets
guarding a still-green torso,
shielding from autumn its lush memory.
It is a tree of perfect resilience,
autumn snatched in its summertime jaws.
Standing post next to a beige warehouse
in the morning sun, its battle
is brilliant and hard to watch.
A tree not so much planted as commandeered,
both belonging right where it is
and still, more beauty
than that place deserves.
by Scott Woods
On the other side of steel fencing,
a shock of red bouquets
guarding a still-green torso,
shielding from autumn its lush memory.
It is a tree of perfect resilience,
autumn snatched in its summertime jaws.
Standing post next to a beige warehouse
in the morning sun, its battle
is brilliant and hard to watch.
A tree not so much planted as commandeered,
both belonging right where it is
and still, more beauty
than that place deserves.