• Oh now,
    Whenn the chill is invited
    Into the world
    The trees around me do weep
    For loss of their leaves
    Which fall away
    Discarded on the ground
    They weep for the loss
    Of the birds
    Who in their branches once did sleep
    And left behind
    Their empty nests
    In which life was started
    Witnessed by the tree

    Alas I mourn
    for those poor trees
    Who are left alone
    To bear
    Winters' freeze