The Cycle
Bewildering
Yet, astonishing
Is how the leaves are emblazoning
With such stunning
Coloring.
They are capturing
The essence of fall. As the wind is blowing
Through the trees it's whispering
To the leaves it's time to fall. The uncloaking
Begins in a swirling,
Twirling,
And floating
Dance which is denuding.
It shows the webbing
Of spindly long thin wooden extensions exposing
The interior making
It the exterior while comprehending
That when the tree awakens from sleeping
Which is impending.
It will be nurturing
Up new growth revealing
Again the resurrecting
Of something
Totally amazing.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017
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