Copihue Poetry

Dressed like autumn
she began to embody the season
 

changing her attire
strolling through hues
of complacency, submission, indulgence
 

after successive metamorphosis
she couldn’t recognize herself in the mirror
while finding comfort
in someone else’s smile
 

she transformed into a sepia-
colored chameleon
 

rediscovered herself anew
her trunk curved with time
no leaves or fruit blossomed
she was reborn
 

warm sap dripping
through her veins
she hopes
 

alone
she waits for another
like the weeping willow of her childhood
unmoving, unerring, camouflaged.