The Trees are Leafless
by John Appleby
Again the trees are leafless,
And the branches bare,
Their forms are almost lifeless,
Lately green and fair.
The hues and tints are dead,
Driven by the wind,
Amber verdant and the red,
No beauty left behind.
The robin and the sparrow
Chirp their winter lay-
On the branches high and low,
Heedless of decay.
But when the spring appears,
They again will don
Fresh life, new leaves that cheer
Where they grow on.
Of course, here the trees are still leaf-laden and green.
