The ash tree’s leaves in my front yard
After Summer became old and tired
Soon wore the glorious raiment
Of luminescent gold – Autumn’s repayment
But when the winds did shriek and moan
His crown of gold became bestrown
His branches bare, the bowers deposed
And the twig-wrought nests of birds exposed
And in my back yard – this is true!
My little maple’s leaves turn blue
(Though he also wears oranges, reds and golds,
His azure tones my attention holds)
And now the leaves upon my lawn
Insist that Autumn will soon be gone
But Winter’s snows, they promise, bring
That wondrous season known as Spring
© 1998 by Mary Barnett
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