By: S. M. Noah
snow flakes falling on
red tree leaves ablaze
and dropping like pennies
for children to rack up
a collection in photographic
terms, seasons rushing for
children now grown, next
generation racking in new
negatives looking like their
parents, like written facsimilies
thus becoming a total of the
past, present and future in
the mandelbrot set in
the vastness of outer space in
the near tides and tilts of your eyes
