Trädet i oktober

Nu går det undan. Så här skallig var kronan i kväll vid skymningen:

Månadens träddikt får blir den här:

October Trees
How innocent were these Trees, that in
Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious color clad confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad,
Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;
Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell.

/ Siegfried Sassoon

(Hämtad härifrån)