LEGEND OF THE TREES
“I am the King of Autumn,” vaunts the oak
And flaunts his ruby leaves with lofty arms.
Nearby, the queenly maple spreads her cloak
Of golden lace to best display her charms.
The regal sycamore and haughty elm
Dance before the wind without a care
Proud to be the jewels of nature’s realm
Forgetting that their limbs will soon be bare.
Unfazed, the modest evergreens can wait
‘Til winter comes to stand its frigid ground.
For then the pine and balsam celebrate
As pearls of light adorn their needled gowns.
Humility thus wears a crown of light,
While pride does shiver naked in the night.
Dawn Huntley Spitz
Cape Cod Branch, MA