Best Sycamores Poems

after all,
sycamores shed leaves
in the fall,
standing tall
revealing its bare branches
awaiting first snow

gathering
large sycamore seeds
in autumn
is a pain
burying the grass alive
in prickly texture

frightening
stark ghost-like branches
sycamores
playing dead
all through the dreary winter
returning next spring

fully leaved
in big hand-like fronds
bringing shade,
sycamores
are spring and summer delights
squirrels love them, too 

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