By Eric Nicholson
Red, orange, and yellow invisible under the green,
the necessary chlorophyll partly a screen
to soothe our eyes in summer –
the colour of the leaves now, so much chemical waste,
nature’s patterns don’t really pander to our taste,
yet poets and artists see design everywhere –
on one oak tree 700,000 leaves fall without a song,
a red (and orange) carpet for poets to walk along –
there is rhyme and rhythm in the fall of each leaf.
We share DNA with leaf and acorn –
three billion years ago the double helix was newborn –
now we are awful testimony to its hidden code.