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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Autumn

Francesca Rios

MY maple tree is yellow green

Against a blue-gray sky.

In little groups of three and four

I see the restless pigeons fly.

The air is rain-washed—fresh and sweet,

Mingled with pungent scent of pine.

Kissed by the faintest glint of sun,

Amber and bronze the poplars shine.

He knew the woods—how many times

I’ve seen him tramping in the rain,

Singing among the trees he loved

The songs I’ll never hear again!