The first taste of Fall
made the young sapling fret.
“My leaves, once were green,
Now the cold turns them red.”
“Now look, how they fall,
How they clutter the ground.
and now I’m bare naked
My leaves are all down!”


I sympathize tree, really, I do.
I once had a full head of hair
much like you.
First it went grey
when it used to be brown.
Then I, too, got denuded
And now sport a bare crown.
But you, by this Spring,
Will be back in your glory,
But the hair I once had?
That’s a much different story.