A Foliaged Farewell

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Along College Way at WWU
woodsonfire
woods on fire in the back of our field
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our cottonwood deep in our field

“How innocent were these Trees, that in
Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious color clad confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad,
Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;
Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell.”
–   Siegfried Sassoon, October Trees

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Aspen (?) tree at WWU
blackwalnut
black walnut in our front yard
poplartorches
poplar row on our farm