Golden silhouettes tip the skies at sunset,
Making coins from marooned leafy corsets;
Leaves clinging to branches, with their might
Like spray-starched limbs on a favorite shirt.
Mounds of snow, twirling leafy windmills,
Cast shadows of victory flags on Zion’s hill.
Travelers on the beach in the cool of night
Delight in the company of their silhouette;
Following footsteps in the shadows of giants.