Life Of A Leaf Poem by Paul Holmes

Life Of A Leaf

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SPRING

I slowly unfurl to the wide World
Stretching out to the sky blue
And sense the early morning chill
Of Spring waking me anew.
Each day grows a little warmer
And daylight hours extend
Making this leaf feel fresher
As to the bright sunlight I bend.

SUMMER

I’m at my healthiest now,
Hot sun burns upon my veins;
How glad am I to finally enjoy
Those cooling, copious rains.
At which point, I pour in drips
A refreshing, rousing trickle
That falls on grass and buttercup
Teasing them with a tickle.

AUTUMN

Mists have now arrived, enshrouding
My form with heavy dew;
The greens has all but leached away,
Bled from veins no longer new.
Down below the tree are vivid reds
And browns and translucent golds
Which, increasingly each day now
People their captivation holds.

WINTER

The first frost of Winter
And the biting northerly breeze
Cut into me, and scores of others
Were torn from their trees.
I’ve fallen now, to the ground
All wrinkled, and utterly fragile
Awaiting my final hour
Until, I meet my funeral pile…

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