Ode to the Gilded Gingkoes of Hines Terrace

Ode to the Gilded Gingkoes of Hines Terrace

Ode to the great gilded gingkoes,

I lie in wait for thy succinct reign,

To spring forth out of thy green and wooded branched hideaways,

Into the light of daytime's caressing lumniary rays, 

Out of odd-triangled veined leaflets comes,

Small lines of ancient yellowed secrets of,

Emancipated iridescence rising languidly to the textured surface,

To be revealed when the arctic winds dismount,

Having driven the heated solstice to the other side of the equator,

Falling through the airy atmosphere,

Transiently folded and kept hushed and inert,

By thy intrepid and enameled hand,

Which for a fleeting and illuminated wink,
Rises and falls upon the hallowed lines of,
The piece of Earth where I draw my meager breath.

David