Deciduous Conifers

In the infinite wind the wings of one's beliefs
Are quick and urgent as the wings of birds, --
Configurations of the thin day air
That change position, pair and pair.
Thus in the pattern of my griefs
Involuntary joys succeed despair.

from Migration and Return, by Pearl Andelson Sherry


The larches along the field are in their yellow stage. About a month ago they were still green. Over the summer this bank of trees was practically lush. Soon they'll be bare again.