Though it’s been rainy
darkening cold-
a slanting sun breaks on this late October early morning.
From an obscure corner,
you catch my eye-Fires in Gold!
Warming my soul like hot cider, downed a bit too quickly.
Now, I think on you
Amur Maple . . .
awed and smiling at how wonderfully, leaves dying, you transfer your fire!
rjs 2009
roderator 
I like this very much. Because it’s short, it hangs in the air after your done like a clear note in a European cathedral, and you can step back and marvel at it even as it soaks into silence.
(poetry which in inspires poetics is also a good sign, no? 🙂
Much appreciated Andrew, thank you.