Esther enjoyed writing poetry and published several booklets.
The Maple Tree
by Esther Reesor Weber
Close by my window I can see
This ever-changing maple tree.
In spring it's like a pale green mist,
Which dancing sunbeams must have kissed.
In summer 'tis a darker green,
Where happy songbirds now are seen.
In autumn, leaves are red and gold,
Which now the branches, dark, enfold.
The leaves fall softly to the ground,
And spread a carpet all around.
They cover all the grass and flowers,
All warm through long, cold winters's hours.
November, as the days go by,
It lifts stark branches to the sky.
Now from my own warm room I see
A cold and trembling maple tree.
In winter, all bedecked with white-
New-fallen snow, a lovely sight.
The changing seasons I can see,
When I behold my maple tree.
The Maple Tree
by Esther Reesor Weber
Close by my window I can see
This ever-changing maple tree.
In spring it's like a pale green mist,
Which dancing sunbeams must have kissed.
In summer 'tis a darker green,
Where happy songbirds now are seen.
In autumn, leaves are red and gold,
Which now the branches, dark, enfold.
The leaves fall softly to the ground,
And spread a carpet all around.
They cover all the grass and flowers,
All warm through long, cold winters's hours.
November, as the days go by,
It lifts stark branches to the sky.
Now from my own warm room I see
A cold and trembling maple tree.
In winter, all bedecked with white-
New-fallen snow, a lovely sight.
The changing seasons I can see,
When I behold my maple tree.
Esther enjoyed writing poetry and published several booklets.
The Maple Tree
by Esther Reesor Weber
Close by my window I can see
This ever-changing maple tree.
In spring it's like a pale green mist,
Which dancing sunbeams must have kissed.
In summer 'tis a darker green,
Where happy songbirds now are seen.
In autumn, leaves are red and gold,
Which now the branches, dark, enfold.
The leaves fall softly to the ground,
And spread a carpet all around.
They cover all the grass and flowers,
All warm through long, cold winters's hours.
November, as the days go by,
It lifts stark branches to the sky.
Now from my own warm room I see
A cold and trembling maple tree.
In winter, all bedecked with white-
New-fallen snow, a lovely sight.
The changing seasons I can see,
When I behold my maple tree.
The Maple Tree
by Esther Reesor Weber
Close by my window I can see
This ever-changing maple tree.
In spring it's like a pale green mist,
Which dancing sunbeams must have kissed.
In summer 'tis a darker green,
Where happy songbirds now are seen.
In autumn, leaves are red and gold,
Which now the branches, dark, enfold.
The leaves fall softly to the ground,
And spread a carpet all around.
They cover all the grass and flowers,
All warm through long, cold winters's hours.
November, as the days go by,
It lifts stark branches to the sky.
Now from my own warm room I see
A cold and trembling maple tree.
In winter, all bedecked with white-
New-fallen snow, a lovely sight.
The changing seasons I can see,
When I behold my maple tree.
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