Winter reminder


Be so still
you hear
the beech leaves
tell stories
of their life
clinging in death.


Sometimes when I'm out for a walk on a winter's day, it's so still I can hear the snow squeak. So when there's a breeze and the beech leaves rustle, it's a rude shock. The beech trees around here keep their dead, bronzed leaves all winter. I don't know why they do that, but they're a reminder that nature is beautiful, even in death. Indeed, perhaps for nature, death is beautiful too.


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