Autumn Ending
Almost bereft of the last vestiges of golden glory
The few remaining leaves cling tenuously to the tree
With the certainty that wind and frost
Will suddenly cause them to succumb
Finally falling to the earth beneath
Hungrily embracing them in the cause of growth
Rendering them down to feed the next cycle
Of leaves and blossom and fruit
That will surely come next year.
Copyright © Anne Linington | Year Posted 2009
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