beech leaves

The ten hours’ light is abating,

And a late bird wings across,

Where the pines, like waltzes waiting,

Give their black heads a toss.

Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time,

Float past like specks in the eye;

I set every tree in my June time,

And now they obscure the sky.

– Thomas Hardy, “At Day-Close in November” –

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