Effigy Of That, Saddened, Fallen Tree. Poem by Michael Gale

A stuttering evening breeze....
Coldness instilled to shivering knees beneath the wavering trees.

Perhaps thy shan't have feelings of aloness sent aloof...
Squirrels play tag with each other, above a homely autumn roof.

Swirls of dead wintery leaves toss and turn an evening's latent, about...
Summer's death invents the end of every one's, haughty, naughty shout.

Westerly winds, blow a gust at me....
Down it falls that deadened one, Effigy of the saddened, fallen tree.