Faceted garnet fire of plum tress, enflamed from above with sunlight
They are singing a silent song of wind and time amid dust
Swirlings of dust and passings of feet
Eyes downcast and shaded
The sunlight sparkles on treetops, darkened concrete below

No one looks up but I
And they and I commune in silence

Rain comes, one day, and washes dust from the jewelled wind-toss├ęd
Boughs whispering in the misty coldness, the steely sky
The garnet facets glittering like diamonds in snow