Last Tree of FallSeptember 10th, 2012 | Posted by in Uncategorized
At a fork in the road you catch my eye,
a straggler, magnificent in saffron.
All the trees around you fail to compare.
Already, they have been stripped bare,
their knotty limbs like skeleton fingers
grasping at the air.
I cannot help but stare, for you are
wondrous in your simplicity, the sinking
sun casts you in crimson rays and you
A late bloomer, you have come of age.
Once a mere tree, you are transformed,
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 Both comments and pings are currently closed.