The Money Tree

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April's had a lot of autumn days.

The Money Tree

When I was young, I heard of a money tree.

Asking Dad if he knew where one would be—

“They arrive in autumn when gold leaves fall,”

handing a rake to bag a leafy multicolor haul.

Paid in coins “tree money.”

Dad’s joke—too funny.

Now I’ve seen a lot of autumn time.

Stopped raking fall…losing my prime.

Watching the gardener work—not for free,

remembering Dad every leaf drop I see.

Past shadows arise—under a money tree.

April Ryan is Edmonds Potentate of Poems and longtime Washington resident.

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