Trees Dropping
poem by Martin Porter
Near Rennes, Brittany
Trees dropping leaves in cooler weather,
(dim echoes of trees budding into spring)
add nourishment to their roots beneath.
Take the map that unfolds in concertina,
look down the avenues, and you will see
, here, trees in full blossom , here,
branches bare-naked, raising in-between
aaaaaaaaafruit and fruit-fall in the breeze.
