Trees of November

Why I love the Trees of November
1 December 2008
David

November I rest
No anxiety about the trees
They stand now newly bare and free
No longer worried of the frost upon their leaves
Nor do winds cold and fierce
Hold any fear for them
They, the trees, are stripped trim and bare
Ready for winter combat
The leaves are gone
Their gaiety, color and responsibility too
All that can fall is fallen
All that can go is gone
Only that which is strong and enduring remains
That is my comfort
To have companions that silent say
We are worthy to survive
I abide the season with you
Though the fair winds depart
Though the birds of song have flown
Though the light of early morning now darkness
Though the bright leaves of my glory have all fallen
Yet I remain, remain alone with thee.
I love the trees of November
They are the friends that never depart