Her Yellow Blood

The golden ginko tree 

lay all about herself 

upon the ground; 

her leaves having 

dropped all at once 

in the wind and 

heavy rains. I knew 

last week I would 

never see her again, 

bedecked in all her 

fullness - 

if I did not stop 

to take a photo

then. 

I chose that day instead 

to hold her deep within 

my view inside

planting her memory 

in my heart not 

through my lens 

upon a screen.  

Bright her yellow 

blood upon the ground

I hold her still

within.  A joyous

glorious grief upon

the seeing of her

life spilled out again

this autumn day.