Yellow Tree
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The Tree on the Corner
I've seen
the tree on the corner
in spring bud
and summer green.
Yesterday
it was yellow gold.
Then a cold
wind began to blow.
Now I know-
you really do not see
a tree
until you see
its bones.
by Lilian Moore
©1969
This poem was taken from a Morning, Noon, and Night: Poems to Fill Your Day, selected by Sharon Taberski.
