I Believe in Everything

(a poem to commemorate fall)

maple trees not maples
honey
what you want don’t grow
on money

birches birches barches oh!
underneath a slug doth grow

staghorn stagborn stag
alone
burgundy-red to make
you moan

oak fest steady, hold a fast
strings to tether fall to last

elm tree elm see, each has
one
each the same in eyes
of sun