Wind in the sunlit trees, and the red leaves fall; Shadows of leaves on the sunlit wall. Wind in the turning tops of the trees . . . I am reminded, seeing these, Of an afternoon, and you Making the trees more scarlet, the sky more blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |