Autumn Eulogy
By Louanne Robinson

Crimson gold and yellow, they drift down
Like so many flame colored feathers
Tiny skeletons of life that once were
They rattle dryly in the wind


Soon there will be one last straggler
Clinging tenaciously to a stark outline
Holding fast it's umbilical cord to the earth
'Til winter claims it's victim


Against the cold silver-gray sky
The trees reach up like outstretched bony hands
Craving and asking life…
Then fall asleep under white down blankets


Sighing in the wind
Their plea:
"Father, give us Spring"
And dream until their prayer is answered



Copyright 1987

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