Today, I will detach,

Let go,

Like yet another heart-shaped golden leaf shaking loose

From the poplars with a shivering sigh.

I will admire the tired, heart-shaped golden leaves

Resting in the grass beneath this despondent November sky,

And I will thank them for having been spectacular.

They will return, unfold, take heart,

Wearing New Season’s optimistic-baby-leaf-green.

Until then, I will seek heart-shapes,

Find them in unexpected places,

Collect them in my heart-space,

And share them like a doll’s fine bone china tea-service.

Will you come for tea?