Farewell, November Trees
November trees of russet lace,
Where birds roost high on boughs and sing
A hymn for cycle’s last embrace
That graces Autumn’s flight, winging.
Though lustrous fig robed in full bloom
Pours hued leaves from its tinted drape,
As rush of stems expresses gloom
While flakes descend to grate, to scrape.
And maple hangs along night’s lane
Each branch a mark of life’s romance,
When offshoots glaze praising her reign
For days’ ending, a farewell glance.
O trees bow downcast on ash limbs,
Till fall returns, her chimed promise.
Eve Roper’s Sonnet 11/22/2016
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