back then, in Spring as if newly budding leavessprouted from my branches; in Summer, happilybreezing and whispering about; then in Fallwearing unmuted colors to surprise the eyes.These days, when after my nap I awaken,fading hair frazzled and unruly, lookingmore like a Buckeye in Winter,hairless limps unwilfully gone wild,creaking against the ill winds,more often I’m mistakenfor Read more