Back Valentine

I see the last bee of summer

Hungrily nudging the last fall flower
And wonder if she will make it home

Before the door is locked for winter

And the leaves' last thoughts

Scurrying into piles to be burnt

In the colors of their fires

Leaving the trees to shiver

Every nerve exposed

All so generously given

All that green repossessed

Even the grass goes back to heaven

In a blaze of crystal flowers

Ice and fire fill my soul