Trees in Fall
November 16th, 2025
Trees in fall, So seamless, Their leaves scatter the ground. Forests now bare, As if life never existed. In spring they grew, Nourished by rain and earth, Green leaves radiated. Year after year, Indifferent by our eye, They shed. Do they mourn? Do they protest? Do they silently cry? There is no way to tell, Their experience unknowable. Naked they bear the dark bitterness of winter, How easy it seems, And yet it torments us The warm rains come, Life blooms anew, Sometimes the same as it was, Other times different than before. Looking upon trees in fall. © 2025 Austin Lochan Dodd