I have sat in front of this shimmering panel for a week.
Uncountable shades of gold to yellow green shearing over each other. darted discs of lime tree leaf sparkling in the clear cambridge sun. dappling my face and body. dark branch shards splintering across the pane of glass and growing as the leaves fall and the light dapples less.
The leaves fell like snow flakes today
the top branches are bare, black fronds reaching out into the white
With just a few browning jewels caught in their web.
delicately fluttering and then detaching themselves and wafting away sawing across the invisible planes of air that push them higher before one floats down to my window.
one of a hundred thousand.
the carpet thickening below.