Deciduous

Deciduous At a private party one rusting noon, Green elm trees reveled with summer on its bier, Gaily rousing a drowsy lagoon. Some bathed their beak-scarred barks, those on the pier Appeared to beckon birds come for songful fun; For this they from the grave forest did run. But soon their blades shall be bled, as Amber leaves wring from brittle, weary boughs, A purging of passions their hearts did house.