DM Babbit Poet Quatrain

I Am But a Leaf

I am but a leaf,
	hanging on to the tree of life
	pushing forth a bud in springtime
	observing and looking at new life abound.

Then comes the veins, pointed stars and oval rounds
 	in a glorious soft green mesmerizing glow
	that stretches up in prayer to heaven,
	holding strong and steady through the summer.

I catch the rays of the sun on my open lattice
	absorbing both light and warmth,
	freely dancing on my elongated branch
	never letting go of all I see.

Then comes the change of autumn weather
	no longer hot but cool
	and breezes touch to snugly embrace,
	teasing me to release from attachment.

I resist, holding on as long as I can
	but the sun has chilled and thrilled me as my colors fade
	and eventually, I must let go
	giving in, surrendering to winter’s temptress.

I fall down, floating among the others
	gathered together in a pile spread across the earth,
	covered and kept warm under sleet and snow,
	to await the rebirth of spring when life returns again.

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Iris E. Sankey- Lewis November 30, 2015 at 6:33 AM Great self reflections painted in colors of life.

Keith Bickerstaffe November 26, 2015 at 9:54 AM A delightful poem about the circularity of nature, full of wonderful description and its inevitable demise, only to be born again. excellent my friend. Best wishes, Keith 7