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Updated: Jul 6, 2019


I wrote this poem several years ago while out for a morning walk on the cricket pitch behind the house; I can picture the tree still, and could take you to it any day! A young little tree that seemed to be modestly bowing as I passed. I did not photograph it at the time, but the image above at least reminds you what alder looks like.


This little tree

Curtseys in its gentle grace,


Although autumn weariness

Begins to take its boughs

With autumn fading

Through its seed;

Yet autumn glory shimmers

In leaf in leaf in leaf.

And with all this before me

I see life’s rhythm dancing here.


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