Just before winter we see the trees show their true colours: the mad yellow of chestnuts two maples like blood sisters the orange beech braver than lipstick Pushing forty, we vow that when the time comes rather than wither ladylike and white we will henna our hair like Colette, we too will be gold and red and go out in a last wild blaze
Alison Fell is a Scottish novelist, poet and journalist who lives in London.Read more about this poet
About this poem
This poem was reproduced on a postcard for National Poetry Day 2005. Eight poetry postcards are published each year by the Scottish Poetry Library to celebrate National Poetry Day and are distributed throughout Scotland to schools, libraries and other venues. The theme for 2005 was the future. You can find out more about National Poetry Day in our National Poetry Day pages, where you'll also find resources to go with the poems.