Arbols

I've been watching these trees for weeks while I bike.
At the beginning of autumn, both trees were green.

Occasionally a bird would light on the branches on the right.
Meanwhile a green lemon emerged on the left.

Now green has turned to yellow and the branch is lower, heavier.
And green has turned to reddish-brown and the branch is higher, lighter.

In the same corner, both up and down.
In the same corner, both fruit and none.

The large window with new life.
The narrow window cycling inward.

I think about life and death and circles and leaves.
I think about nothing because it's easier that trying to sort a metaphor.

I think about how I've not seen a bird in a few weeks
And I wonder how both trees will look after the rain.