Two weeks ago it still looked like this:
But the blustery weather of late has stripped it utterly. There are precisely four leaves still hanging on, in golden-hued defiance of the deepening Winter. I was reminded of a children's poem, printed in the first book I was ever given:
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Morning Is A Little Child by Joan Walsh Anglund |
I still have my book and have already read it to my girls. It has beautiful illustrations and simple, but evocative poems for children. This is the one I was reminded of:
A leaf is a letter from a tree that writes, in gold, "Remember me!" |
Aw, that's such a sweet poem. I love that your father had a book tab too :)
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