- It is a willow when summer is over,
- a willow by the river
- from which no leaf has fallen nor
- bitten by the sun
- turned orange or crimson.
- The leaves cling and grow paler,
- swing and grow paler
- over the swirling waters of the river
- as if loath to let go,
- they are so cool, so drunk with
- the swirl of the wind and of the river--
- oblivious to winter,
- the last to let go and fall
- into the water and on the ground.
- William Carlos Williams
Sources:Public domain text taken from The Poets' Corner