Finale

Lack of wind direction
Sending mixed signals
From the wings of a theater
Flustered by tracks of leaves
Skidding across a snowy stage
Before curtain call, the coldest
Moment when dawn sneaks in
Replacing a candy corn palette
With lengths of frosted pearls
Strung on bright blades of grass
Time-chiseled troupes of trees
Recast at the end of the tour

frostbit
the audience of
quaking aspen