November Through A Giant Copper Beech

by Edwin Honig

On this bleary white afternoon,
are there fires lit up in heaven
against such faking of quickness and light,
such windy discoursing?
While November numbly collapses,
this beech tree,
heavy as death on the lawn,
braces for throat-cutting ice,
bandaging snow.

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