evening poem, august 29, 2016

Waiting for Autumn

 

The bible says that one day

The trees will clap their hands

I look at them now, as August fades

And wonder what they are thinking

Or what they are feeling.

Is there sad music running through their veins

As they watch the sun set earlier every evening

And all of them, especially the old ones, know

That their green robes and dresses will soon be gone

And they will stand naked in the cold.

 

Copyright 2016

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