Linda Gregerson
Speak plainly, said November to the maples, say
what you mean now, now

that summer's lush declensions lie like the lies
they were at your feet. Haven't

we praised you? Haven't we summer after summer
put our faith in augmentation.

But look at these leavings of not-enough-light:
it's time for sterner counsel now.

It's time, we know you're good at this, we've
seen the way your branched

articulations keep faith with the whole, it's time
to call us back to order before

we altogether lose our way.          Speak
brightly, said the cold months, speak

with a mouth of snow. The scaffolding is
clear now, we thank you, the moon

can measure its course by you. Instruct us,
while the divisions of light

are starkest, before the murmurs of con-
solation resume, instruct us in

the harder course of mindfulness.
Speak         truly, said April. Not just

what you think we're hoping to hear, speak
so we believe you.

The child who learned perspective from the
stand of you, near and nearer,

knowing you were permanent, is counting
the years to extinction now. Teach her

to teach us the disciplines of do-less-harm. We're
capable of learning, We've glimpsed

the bright intelligence that courses through the body
that contains us.              De +

cidere, say the maples, has another face.
It also means decide.
from the book CANOPY / Ecco Press
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"Deciduous" was written in tribute and gratitude to the extraordinary Greta Thunberg and to all the passionate young activists who are fighting to preserve the beautiful, fragile, terribly endangered planet that is our only home.

 Linda Gregerson on "Deciduous"
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"These fragmented definitions, along with other phrases, iterate over and over in her poems. Are, indeed, copied. In its use of permutation, these poems seem to be written in the tradition of the pantoum or the villanelle. The obsessive repetition distinctive to those forms haunts Dorantes' work, but also the same mysterious and almost imperceptible progress, the piecemeal transformation of meaning."
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