Season Change
The leaves of Alder now are taking on
Fragility of finely woven lace
As Nature bids the sun: ‘Not yet be gone!
‘But stay awhile!’ though he moves on apace
The trees perceive the signs as they foretell
With fading of the light, increasing chill
The portents of the changes they know well
And answer by transforming with a will
Should we not take example from the trees
When change shall come to pass beyond our sway
Adapt, protect and thus the travail ease
With life’s resource what could we not allay!
Untutored prophets tell impending dooms
That pass bare-seen; undaunted life resumes
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2021
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