NaPoWriMo2020 Day 20

Pollard

The Lime Trees line the Avenue
Spreading their shade,
deliciously cool.
Dropping their seeds for a treasure hunt,
Spilling autumnal torrents of leaves,
Spreading their roots to wrinkle the tarmac.
Top Heavy.

Cut the tops off!

How incongruous they look:
Knobbly old men
Staggering in the sunshine.