In Winter Poem by June Walker

In Winter



Umber leaf skeletons
perfect like perforated lace
lie under the lime tree again.
They disintegrate if lifted
into powdered ash
but brittle veins
of gold remain.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On looking at some delicate dry leaves.
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