Robe me in white
cover me with maple
let me be the woods
flashed red.
Watch thick, sugary sap
flow from my bones
my fingers, turning, shed
gold.
Remnants of frayed robes
spread a blanket,
drift snow.
You shall know me
by letters
engraved on a milestone,
by my brilliance
in morning light.
Listen to the rustle
of stories
at sun fade.