Observations of the Fall

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 I live in the mid-Hudson valley approximately midway between New York City and Albany, New York. The fall this year was not as colorful as some, but just in the last few days, the colors have emerged.

Being still and observing is one of my choice things to do and in doing so, I invariably muse and this time the result is...

Oak Sonnet
© 2008 Rolland G. Smith

Old rustic Oaks hold firm their foliage
While other trees have shed to silhouette!
Are leafy stores, now dead, a sacrilege
Or does the Oak hold leaves as amulet?
Soon Winter’s winds unlocks and leaves release
But still, we’ll not know why; this is the way
For Oak’s have always had a staying peace
That knowledge cannot change or castaway.
The Druids saw their Oaks as sacred trees
And to them prayed for guidance and support,
But that meant not they must release their leaves
To be in fall the way most trees abort.
The mighty Oaks and man are much the same.
When ready we release what we became.