To A Gingko Poem by Holly Harwood
To A Gingko
All your golden leaves have fallen.
Soon the rain will turn them black,
for the sky is dark and sullen,
and bleak wintertime is back.
Soon a different kind of beauty,
harsh and subtle, will appear,
lovely bones of tree and mountain,
silver sleet like frozen tears.
Will we make it through the winter?
Will we stagger into spring?
For the dying time's upon us.
Let the crystal raindrops sing.
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