The falling leaves dance in the breeze <br />and clothe the ground beneath the trees, <br /> in autumn colours rich a rare. <br />The trees themselves will soon be bare. <br /> <br />Left no defence against the wind. <br />Their winter plans are well designed, <br />bare twigs and branches hold less snow <br /> than useless leaves they have let go <br /> <br />The wintry gales to no avail <br />try hard but they are doomed to fail, <br />They can’t destroy the sturdy trees; <br />resisting with apparent ease. <br /> <br /> Although they bow before the blast <br /> they know that winter cannot last <br />The winds will die and fade away <br />the trees will they’re here to stay. <br /> <br /> Spring will return the trees will green <br /> as if the winter had not been. <br />The trees put on their new spring clothes <br /> along with every plant that grows. <br /> <br />8-Oct-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumnale-for-m-lady-ernestine/
