An Epiphany Reminiscent of November
By Sherrie Gonzales-Kolb

 

 

There's something in a bare naked tree

that shines more brilliantly than those

with leaves of dripping fire, in multiple

shades of cooling hot.

One speaks in reverence to the Majesty

of Mother Nature;

the Other,

ignites into furor, the flaming Passion

to be Reborn.