Fall

Last week was the official advent of Fall here in the US. That brought back memories of a poem I wrote a few years ago. The inspiration was the tree in our front yard that had performed its annual striptease to mark the season...

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THE NAKED TREE

The majestic tree looks so forlorn today

As its last leaves ever so gently fall

Denuding as the season changes

Heralding the end of Fall

The start of the season saw the tree aglow

Swathed in the glorious colors of Fall

Its leaves painted in scarlet and pink and gold

Its beauty held people in thrall

Now that the skin of leaves has peeled off

Its body is as bare as a skeleton

The branches are bony limbs of wood

Scrawny fingers of twigs at the end

And as the chilly wind blows through the air

It bares its naked branches to the cold

Defying the winter to bring on the snow

Alone and vulnerable, but bold