The second of "Three for the Trees."
Finally today the trees
shook off their leaves to go it bare.
They'd had enough remembering.
There will be cold, and they prepare,
attentive to the nth degrees,
by shucking off the last of spring.
In brazen shapes of disregard
they rustle and they flinch, but stay.
Their gift is doing what is hard
as well as they do anything.
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