autumn response

     I think that I shall never see   A poem as lovely as a tree.
     A tree whose hungry mouth is prest   Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
     A tree that looks at God all day,   And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
     A tree that may in Summer wear   A nest of robins in her hair;
     Upon whose bosom snow has lain;  Who intimately lives with rain.
     Poems are made by fools like me,  But only God can make a tree.                     [Joyce Kilmer]                                                                                                                                             
       Richard Youngs: low bay of sky