L. N. Allen Trumbull, Connecticut, United States Poet’s statement: This poem is about resurrection, no matter how improbable.   Beech leaves When birches, cottonwoods, sourwoods, hickories yews, willows, ginkgos, and even miserly oaks— Jove’s own tree—have cast away their summer leaves like shunting off grandparents to nursing homes where they can die unseen, beeches hang…