<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing can tell me that the Trees don't love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the first light of Autumn</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Under golden mist</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of sun kissed days</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Those leaves that turn and crunch</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So crisp</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These frosted memories</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That slowly thaws beneath your feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In oracles of golden russet crowns</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That weave their fingers into clouds</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Leave traces of a green</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That lace and bud the heart with song</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of summers gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And loves flame burning brighter</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the candle of a year now gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And burning fires</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Frozen brooks</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And smoky rings</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Each breath as still</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As time suspended</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Into space</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> yvette m smith oct 08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540750" data-title="To the Trees de Yvette Smith" data-description="Nothing can tell me that the Trees don't love In the first light of Autumn Under golden mist Of sun kissed days Those leaves that turn and crunch So crisp These frosted memories That slowly thaws beneath your feet In oracles of gol..."></div> </div> </div>

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