Tall, empty, and bare,
Are the trees.
That each had their share,
Of green leaves,
To cover skeleton rough,
And supply food enough.
Now the trees stand undressed;
Evening’s come.
Time to stop and rest,
Work is done.
Time to lay clothes down,
With a faint rustling sound.
And now a new cover’s there,
On each limb;
Laid with mother’s natural care.
Light is dim.
A blanket of snowy fluff,
The night’s brisk cold to bluff. – eab, 11/1966
Penned in Cincinnati, Ohio while pursuing a A B in Literature at God’s Bible School & College
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