The Ginkgo Trees

Overnight, without warning, all the ginkgo trees
dropped their leaves, an orchestra
guided by an unseen hand – compelled
with single unannounced, extravagant display,
to release all they held, all that covered them.
What grace, to shed protective covering. To shed
the golden glory of leaves and stand blessed, delighted
and delighting in the gift of their thin brown arms
extended towards the sky in celebration, open.