In the Fall

There's an exciting clump
Of trees, all huddled in
An intimate group, green
And lush. They won't give
Up their colors or shed 
Their leaves like tears 
When winter approaches.
Others will turn orange 
Or deep dusky red, but not
They whose deep emerald 
Tones keep their branches
Warm and protected in all
The seasons, throughout the Year, spindly yet thick, as
They are thick as thieves
In their cozy embrace