Wet autumn woods
Near deep pools and forceful rivers of muddy water,
The trees bereft of leaves now,
Tossed laughingly, then carelessly, and now despairingly
onto the sodden ground,
Silent sentinels with branches up reaching
Shrouded in misty grey--
Hearkening, beckoning, whispering to winter,
Beseeching her to arrive.
-Beth Butler
Near deep pools and forceful rivers of muddy water,
The trees bereft of leaves now,
Tossed laughingly, then carelessly, and now despairingly
onto the sodden ground,
Silent sentinels with branches up reaching
Shrouded in misty grey--
Hearkening, beckoning, whispering to winter,
Beseeching her to arrive.
-Beth Butler
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