I composed this little poem after seeing a particularly striking hickory tree in full fall colour to-day.

 

Gold- green garbed and garnished- quick- 

           Gold tor grafted thrown to sky-loft

Sheen of sallow-light and columned gleam

           Bright-borne against dulling wood and paling sky:



Gray bore graved from streeling gabbing bower

From damp earth delved drinks deep-

           Lifts gold, greengold grown from green glaiking,           

Clouds over in light, and light cowls and covers.  



Kens rain and rainment- kept clear, strathy of light spreading 

Gold stays, stays for a day: Then anew, afresh, newly burnished

           Ah! but He re-news, brings-

Life anew perfected- all stays greengold ever.