The Consent
Late in November, on a single night
Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees
That stand along the walk drop all their leaves
In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and green
Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday
Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light.
Howard Nemerov
Love this.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's true. I park under a ginkgo tree at work, and each year when I arrive I may find the tree in all of its golden glory, only to find most all of those leaves littering the parking lot and my car when I depart in the evening.