I return to you and you are dying again Golden leaves gloriously reflecting the brilliant sun Anxiety-ridden For a week or two you will be dead-on-the-ground A darkening browny rust trodden leaf Ve-emunascha baleilot I hereby promise to wait for you Once again Another year Or at least the winter I believe in your eternal return That you will grow anew. It is the same you A genetic promise This tree same shape same color. So I will wait out the winter ahead Watch this tree Naked in the snow Brown and bereft And remember these few days Of golden sunlit rustling