Tonight is the Feast of Beech Leaves,
on which we hear the petitions of those
who would have us hide:
You are no longer useful.
You are no longer beautiful.
You are no longer wanted.
Having heard them,
we shake our skins in the snowlight
and refuse to fall.
A new vocabulary word for me: Marcescent. Adjective. (of leaves or fronds) Withering but remaining attached to the stem.