A penny for the Autumn tree
with its leaves withering but holding firm
I still remember the days
when you were green and blooming
A penny for the Autumn tree
the well is already full
leaving those troubled roots
to degrade into memory
A penny for the Autumn tree
and the canopy I came to call home
I knew your knots and bows and
branches just as I know my own
A penny for the Autumn tree
and though I won’t return
it is with fond brightness that I recall
your shade in the Summer
