The tan tiger sits in the front window
Watching the leaves of the ash tree,
Now a golden yellow,
Slowly drift to the earth
Piling up to keep the feet
Of the ornamental crab warm
on those cold chilly nights,
that come more often now.
The marble sized apples on the
Crab tree are now showing
A blush of red on their cheeks.
They will become food
For the birds of winter
When the north winds blow
And the snow covers the yard.
Soon the tan tiger will lie
In the warm winter sun,
Watching the birds
And think of
Spring days and
Apple blossoms
And newborn ash leaves
On the trees.
Susan Bergeron
September 25, 2009
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