April 01, 2003

Dressed in a shimmering
tracery of autumnal finery,
spot-lit for a few brief moments,
the arboreal diva stands straight and tall.
She then starts to bow in obeisance
in a storm of thunderous applause
The ridge-top stage her final curtain,
she exits in a blaze of glory.

Posted by Midus at April 1, 2003 07:26 AM