Seasons And Days Of Trees

Winter Thoughts

There are the copper leaves That rot round trees Adding their vegetable soul To tired roots Nursing their future offsprings Where no sap has moved. A kind of make-belief Or faith descends with them. They know they'll alter, Lose their outward shape, But in decay they foster, Feed, tell us of certainty.

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