Atmosphere Shrine

Smoke greys the seasons' edges.
                                             Leaves only seem to burn
                     after real fire.  Leaves don't vanish      
                                                                                 in winter or
                                                             grow again in spring or
                                                             live through summer heat.
Fire's all
               when seasons turn.  I cough.

                                                  I never turned   out    to be . . .