Has fallen from the Red Maple:
The Great Oak gives false regard,
And silence is the Willow;
The Old Lime Tree—as it appears—has at long last, taken notice of its fallen fruit;
The Noble Fir, despite the cold, offers a cone in its biddable youth!
And so another leaf has fallen,
Onto the ground;
A blusterous wind picks it up,
And carries it all around;
Or was it, perhaps, a leaf blower? The truth is, we'll never know...
For the Maple’s once budding, crimson leafs
Have been covered by a blanket
Of freshly fallen