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by Maureen Glaude

All November
the trees in my backyard
hung their spectre branches
in shame or mourning?
Barren, grey and spindly
the sumacs and their sisters
and the same only yesterday
even as a chattering red squirrel
chased a grey
whoÂ’d flown
from one maple to the other.

But someone must have finally
taken pity on the trees
remembering their early fall

By today's dawn
when I looked out my window
I discovered them decorated
piped in angel cake temptation
soft thick sleeves and vanilla trunks
and once again
pride of life


Author's Note: draft of a project on trees that will include haibun

Posted on 12/03/2004
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/03/04 at 05:56 PM

Very nicely put Mo. Really like this one. Touché!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/04/04 at 03:24 AM

Worthy capture of Ottawa's tree life during the transition from Fall to Winter. Wish I had written this...glad you did!

Posted by Dana E Brossard on 08/10/06 at 04:20 PM

Congrats on POTD!

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