The half-stripped trees <br />struck by a wind together, <br />bending all, <br />the leaves flutter drily <br />and refuse to let go <br />or driven like hail <br />stream bitterly out to one side <br />and fall <br />where the salvias, hard carmine-- <br />like no leaf that ever was-- <br />edge the bare garden.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/approach-of-winter/
