#99--My Tree--The Love of bare November days

Not yesterday I learned to know

The love of bare November days

Before the coming of the snow....

- Robert Frost

#76--My Tree--Blowin' in the Wind

A breeze discovered my open book

And began to flutter the leaves to look

For a poem there used to be on Spring.

- Robert Frost

#62--My Tree--Leaves and Bark

Leaves and bark, leaves and bark,

To lean against and hear in the dark.

Petals I may have once pursued.

Leaves are all my darker mood.

- Robert Frost

#48--My Tree--Longing for New Leaves

Before the leaves can mount again

To fill the trees with another shade,

They must go down past things coming up.

They must go down into the dark decayed.

- Robert Frost

#19 My Tree--From My Kitchen Window

Tree at my window,

window tree,

My sash is lowered when night comes on;

But let there never be curtain drawn

Between you and me.

- Robert Frost

#14 My Tree--Clinging to its last year's leaves

We stood a moment so, in a strange world,

Myself as one his own pretense deceives;

And then I said the truth (and we moved on).

A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.

- Robert Frost