The branch that almost fell on me ad hoc, extempore,

is drying-off so its many leaves rustle a different colour


I am conscious of its former shape and its withered reshaping

while comparing a prior green-leaf-vigour with a new beige colour


It disturbs as I pass with more life after its loss of transmitting-sap,

the many components taken as a whole with variegations in colour


As deep undersea pressure will reshape a hollow into a solid,

or the chambers of a shell flatten to nacre or absence of light: sans colour


Following systems and motifs or erosion as our systems place pressure

on gradations and ignore the biodegradables, as a branch falls across colour