Portland signage to be puzzled over.Pattern
Some believe the slumber
Of trees is in December
When timber's naked under sky
And squirrel keeps his chamber.
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But I believe their fibres
Awake to life and labour
When turbulence comes roaring up
The land in loud October,
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And plunders, strips, and sunders
And sends the leaves to wander
And undisguises prickly shapes
Beneath the golden splendor.
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Then form returns. In warmer,
seductive days, disarming
Its firmer will, the wood gew soft
And put forth dreams to murmur.
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Into earnest winter
With spirit alert it enters;
The hunter wind and the hound frost
Have quelled the green enchanter.
~C.S. Lewis
