Like Leaves

Winter
Tiny buds filled with life’s promise
Cling tightly to their tree.
Around them chilly snowflakes fall,
yet they are safe from freeze.

Springtime
Sunlight is irresistible.
Bright spots of green burst forth.
Pink blossoms are their new playmates
As life they do explore.

Summer
With supple stems and glowing skin
Into the green they blend.
Paying no attention to time,
Into the wind they bend.

Autumn
Cool nights, sunlight is most welcome.
Green now turns to yellow,
burnished crimson or pumpkin orange
Bodies become brittle.

Indian Summer
As they skitter across the streets
Leaves rejoice with learned reason.
Above them tiny buds are born
For all things, there is a season.

Love - appreciate it's inevitable seasons.