To share a slice of sweet cakeStill buttery warm from the ovenAnd a cup of fresh hot teaWith someone you love,Makes a wintry day a celebrationOf home, family, and friendship

Startling colors for winterYour leaves brighten days and lift spiritsYour curls and swirls amuse me.Croton, your name doesn't fit you;It isn't playful enough.

Ginkgo leaves, like tiny fansIn the hands of proper southern belles, Wave and flutter in the trees. Soon they will lose their grip, thenWith no more sound than a whisper,Drop into the golden circle On the grass belowTo become a part of the past.