The wind touches without being touched,  is seen without seeing; it ripples through red leaves and drops them to the pavement.	Skeletal figs, raspberries and asparagus appear barren; beneath, winter soil pulses with life.
Blight rings round sweet yams;  broad leaves glisten with dew. Mushrooms grow in its wake.	Pale steel branches and plastic gems glow with ghostly light; wood stacked in the basement waits to be wrought.