My Once-Green Place

A memory reminiscent
Of the once-green place
Ash, acacia, mighty oak
A memoir as faint as the zephyrs

I remember how leaves used to sway,
Forming a verdant fractal
I remember how the fractal used to ripple and whirl
Before falling at Autumn’s calling

I remember how hazel tendrils once stretched,
Unfurling towards the sky
I remember how the air stung with crushed pine needles
A sting that wafted through the sunlit glades

But then the echo fades away
The green haven disappears
I am thrust back into this bracken place

Where fractals don’t sway
where branches don’t climb
where there is no bark
where there is no pine;

For there are no trees left anymore.