Nov PAD: Three Trees

The November Poem-A-Day challenge has arrived once again, and I’m participating as much as possible. I’ll be sharing some of my favorites here over the coming weeks. This was in response to the “poem of threes” prompt:

Three trees graced a hill
in late October,
one red,
one yellow,
one mottled all over.

The red was bright
like a fairy fire,
the yellow gold
like the burning sun,
the mottled bore the best
of each one.

The red tree’s leaves
were the first to fall,
spinning to earth
like well dressed dancers.

The yellow’s leaves
soon followed after
caught in the wind
falling faster and faster.

The mottled tree
held last of all,
red and gold
in the late sunlight,
but finally too
its leaves did fall,
scattering before
approaching night.

Three trees graced a hill,
in late November,
all bare branches,
but still they remember.