When the last leaf falls
I will shiver naked
My limbs will sway
As I wish for springtime
I will dream of wrestling leaves
As the wind plays my harp
When the first snow flake floats
It will pass all my limbs on its journey
Then is when I will close my heavy lids
I will welcome winters sleep
And in the spring a sleepy bud
Will awake as I yawn and stretch
And grow…
© cathy hodgson
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I will welcome winters sleep and in the spring a sleepy bud will awake as I yawn and stretch and grow nice writing