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U3A Writing: To An Autumn Tree

Merle Parkin’s poem heralds cold days, followed by new life.

The veins of age show darkly, and you bow,
Deploring Winter's coming, so soon now.
Where once green tresses fluttered, smooth and new,
Your arms bear withered flags of every hue,
And falling round your feet, a patchwork quilt
Covers the sward. ’Twill warm the wintry silt,
And guard your seeds that lie expectant there,
Waiting for Spring to warm the trembling air.
You pay your gold, your tribute to this earth,
To buy your young a chance of springtime birth.


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