The leaves are green, the nuts are brown.
They hang so high they won’t come down.
Leave them alone till frosty weather,
then they will all come down together.
I recalled this old autumnal rhyme
Just in the nick of frosting time!
Okay, enough with the verse.
But, really …
Can you believe we’re already cuddling up to November?
As I peer out the window through the soft shadows of an early morning,
I can see …
a velvet layer of frost
(yesterday it snowed)
decorating the fences and fields.
As the old poem predicts,
the leaves have all been whisked away from deciduous branches by now,
exposing the ramosity of barren trees that are silhouetted against the awakening sky.
The closest guess I could come up with was verbosity.
But, no, the two have little in common.
Ramosity [ruh-mos-i-tee] stems from ramose,
pronounced rey-mohs or ruh-mohs,
whichever you prefer.
Either way, it’s an adjective that means
branching, or having many branches.
So, as you can see,
A leafless tree
reveals its true