Dance in the Orchard
When the leaves of autumn take a breather, they fall
dropping colored reminders of their curtain call.
Winter's bare branches show the icy pall of death -
but underneath lie seeds waiting for a first breath.
With the advent of spring comes forth revenant life;
shoots from those same branches are abundantly rife.
Skipping through the weeks to summer, from limb to limb
spring's blossoms have borne fruit in that brief interim.
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