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The giant Hackberry tree
at the corner of the farmhouse porch
stands leafless
this morning.
All the soft yellow leaves
have let go
in the breeze
and now blanket the ground
beneath her thick trunk,
giving themselves
to the soil,
making space
for next year’s leaves, seeds—
food and shelter.
Another year’s labor
is done for Hackberry and now
she rests.
I stood beside her
in awe
of her beauty, strength,
and generosity;
and,
this being the season
of thanks-giving,
did—
most fervently.