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
Blown away
Or Burned.
Only the bare branches are heard
Weeping in  the winter wind.

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