Recycled Poem

Here's a poem I published on another blog a long time ago (2006).  Seems appropriate, and it also allows me to recycle old creative work...

Early Fall, On A Winding Road

While driving on a winding road
I saw a wondrous tree
That may have seemed a joy to you
But seemed not so to me

Where one might see its scarlet flush
In a tower of autumn pride
I beheld its tumorous form
And the threat of life denied

And though its strength might show itself
To some less jaded eyes
For me its copper glory
Its cancerous heart belies