The walkway of trees will suffer

when the chill in the air has taken away

their planetary chorus,

such ascending blasts

may have been heard in symphony halls

though the chandelier of sound in the dark

along with sweet scents waft on higher and higher

tones up the sidewalk

through out the canopy of trees,

land on us as we walked by.

And the buzz resonates inside trees, inside our bodies.

All these particular reverberations gone until next summer

as leaves begin to drop their golds and reds.

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Assistant Editor: Gabriela Magana/Editor: Bryonie Wise