LEAVES:

Curled, furled & budded spring tight,

Bursting damp & limp towards new light,

Springtime green, birthed from tender shoot,

Conceived from beneath God´s earth, from mother root.

Soft Summer´s wavings in exalting breeze,

Frocks of emerald & beryl in pretty dancing trees,

Cool breathy whisperings of summer´s darting shade,

There is no more intricate pattern, by God´s nature made.

Chattering & rustling as death´s end is nigh,

And in the shivering of cold morn, soft autumn´s sigh,

A gentle dying is heard, within the bronze voiced breath,

Shaken softly to earth, leaves tumble in a timely & tired death.

Leaf by leaf, born, danced & blown to waiting ground,

From vibrant, verdant greens, copper & on to crisp old brown,

Bare winter branches, sad in snow, ice & slow grey winter rain,

Until coming of next spring, when the buds of leaves are born again.