In Thanks

by Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer

All along the riverbanks
trees are citrine, amber,
coral, ruby, in thanks
for the chance to green again.
Colour contours contrast
across each leaf;
words like Birch and Oak emerge,
budding up in throats
of passersby recalling why
they talk of trees not tree.
But the river,
mischievous as ever,
speaks in diamond tones below
of a mistiness between
orange, brown, red, green,
where trees, where leaves
are many words just falling
from a single mouth.
The river licks them home.