Fall into Winter

Tanger Gardens, Greensboro

As winter approaches

The trees put on their finest garments of red and gold

And celebrate in a loud riot of color

Then, dramatically, they shed their robes

And retreat, naked into the depths of quiet repose

For they know that spring follows winter

Around the neighborhood, Greensboro

And renewal comes from silence

And what is deeply rooted

Will return 

Renewed

4 Replies to “Fall into Winter”

  1. Yummy. Pics too! I’ve had a poem about trees, my love of them and especially so in winter, that has formulating in my head for at least a decade. One day!….

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