Late November Landscape by Stanley Fink

I am ending my November postings with a short and powerful poem by my friend Stanley about the end of the beautiful fall leaves. I wanted to post it last week; however, the posting on eco-products seemed more urgent for me.

 

There are no twittery brown sparrows

Chirping in the Oak tree

No juicy green leaf candelabra–

All are fallen

Swept

Blown away

Bagged

Composted

Or Burned.

Only the bare branches are heard

Weeping in  the winter wind.