Poem for the Trees

All winter I've been driving and walking along Jacob's Creek.  Each time, the barren monotony of winter has been broken by the pale notes of Beech leaves.  Now, at the cusp of season change, I thought I'd better write this appreciation down, and so...

A POEM FOR THE TREES

Don't even try

to imagine winter woods

without the Beeches

Amidst dull masses

of branch, trunk and thicket

their faded copper dreams hover mid-air

Sustained leaf chords

so delicately ornament the space

between the silent sleep of trunks

Don't even try

to think of spring's new greenery

without these forest belles

Waving frozen showers

of pale woodland lace they lead

winter's landscape to next season

Only winter Beeches

whisper to the future

while still embracing recent past

Don't even try

to imagine winter woods

without the Beeches

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