(“Fall Trees” c. 2018 by Alice Persons)
As wind and rain strip colorful leaves from the trees here in Maine, here is a timely poem by David McCann, who lives in Massachusetts. David has two poetry collections from Moon Pie Press: SAME BIRD and LOST AND FOUND. Reprinted by permission; copyright 2016 by David McCann.
She imagined each tree would have one leaf
that would be last, late November,
to give up to some indifferent gust,
or more simply at the end to gravity.
What prepares the leaf to fall is cold.
Temperature, a relative term;
the precipitous fall at night, more likely,
below a certain determinate level
that triggers a leaf’s detachment.
Study the leaf, she would say.
What it learns
as the wind sighs fly away,
take as a token of wisdom.