The Fall and Rise
The chlorophyll is starved,
green goes to brown and red.
The dead are promptly shed.
See beech tree - skeletal,
stark and elemental,
looking like black metal.
But in its outer skin
some dormant cells waiting -
for rising in the spring.
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