Subject: Trees

Subject: Trees

I do

miss November,

she still lives

South.

Leaves

unturning,

turning pages

within her forest

shelves of  subject

Trees,

gathering

stacks

to rake among

the Northern,

The Native Trees of Canada.

Merry library,

Will you take me?

Stacks of leaves

Fall

from this day forward

to have

to hold

till death us do part.