The leaf
of Spring's
a tiny
thing,
        Full of promise,
                      B u r g e o n i n g,
        URGing sun and sap to RISE,
                      A glowing, growing, green surprise.


Summer's leaves are
                      F U L L
                            of noise,
                            Raucous as a batch of boys.
                      F U L L
                            of movement,
                            Thick with life,
                      Daring winds to join in strife.


The leaves of Fall,
                      In garments bright,
                      In bold and brilliant hues
                                                 deLIGHT.
                      A brave but futile
                                         glad display,
                      That cold winds soon will
                                       s t r i p   away.


Winter's leaves are
                     S c a t t e r e d, 
                                            Sere,
                     T a t t e r e d
                                     Remnants of the year.
Fled in firesmoke,
                     Wed to earth,
                                   A sacrifice to Spring's

                     R E B I R T H.





Copyright © 1992 by Gerry Edwards