Thread and Soil

Spring comes again vomiting cold winds.
The trees ask the grass-
“where have you buried my leaves?”
She has gathered them up to sew herself a dress,
covering herself in thread and soil.
Winter is on the rebound, frosting over the trees
she is making sweaters in multi colors
to protect them from the freeze
The sun sets a reflective smile of
orange and brown,
matching the glow of her autumn gown.