| Leaf It Be Tis' Summer floating to the ground in drifting reds and yellow scrunching as I walk along in colors warm and mellow tis' Autumn lying underfoot in curling shapes of dying crunching as I step on them while Winter's wind is sighing thru' the empty arms of trees already lonely for their leaves Tis' Winter creeping down my neck with icy, chilling fingers preparing me for what's to come a grey and bleak December tis' Christmas waiting for the songs that brighten up the season tis' New Year's Day that waits for Spring reviving growth with reason for leafy buds to cling in sin to waiting arms of trees again ... Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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