Autumnal Trees
The willow undulates teasingly
In the November storm.
Its leaves swirling slowly
To the ground.
Alders bend to the wind,
Pelted by rain.
Pine and fir lighten
Their cone-laden limbs.
A tulip tree spreads
Its few remaining leaves
To warm its naked branches.
Confined to my apartment,
I gaze longingly outside,
Feasting my eyes on all
The gently swaying trees,
Avoiding the dusty blacktop
With its rows of cars,
Scanning the cloudy skies
That hide the mountain view.