sheds its leaves as the cold winds
from Siberia blows in to herald the
the start of the Amihan Season
Two seasons have we in the tropics
but the talisay makes it three -
fall between habagat and amihan,
when the world is tired and free.
unburdens the tree her toil in the sun,
its deciduous crown once or twice
and builds a new one every time;
indeed nature is keen and wise.
I need not fathom the mystery
that keeps the world young though old.
in her nakedness I see heaven
on a litter of red and gold. ~
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