while many the limbs do speak their blues in lonesome woods
as leaves this time of year fall away from twig from view
decay in shades of purple hues under naked boughs and still
strong bare trunks under grayer skies and more nights news
the tree does see her next year already the buds growing a new
harvest of tender sprouts and flowers perhaps a brighter
year and winter rests through her bareness upon the ground for once turns it brown footsteps of squirrels and claws still visit
anon their slumbering upon her bark like flesh tender hearing
the time clock say its time to rest again and let us renew
under whitefall flakes and frost and dew renew a limb
broke off last year let a few months slumber begin and anew
neat spring spry forward more glorious and stronger
more colorful like life which has this seasons plan and days in sun
all arranged and days in rest brown naked and ways we just can't understand
but nature...
does