There's supposed to be a reason for it, one I don't quite understand, but each year some of the trees in the neighborhood get a trim job. Their limbs are cut back, leaving only little poufs at the ends. While I enjoy the way the limbs divide the sky, with splashes of sunlit leaves for accent,
I prefer to stand amid these curtains of color,
where the sun enters between the leaves,
creating shadows of themselves, on themselves.