I look at the trees and wonder how they feel about losing their wonderful coats.
Some of them are completely bare,
while others still sport leaves of yellow,
Do you think when they are standing side by side that they compare their leaves? Does the one that still has its autumn coat boast to the one that is bare?
and does the one that is bare say, "but wait, you will soon be like me"?
I wonder. I think I will go outside and listen. Maybe I can catch their whisperings.