Weathered Leaves
"From green, tender buds to full burnished art-
the seasons take pause amid weathered leaves."
_by Poet
To weathered leaves of fall, the seasons turned.
Once buds unfurled in springtime April rain-
to verdant greenness; now red-orange burned-
dried, curled, and crumpled- ending summer reign.
No longer green, but brilliant hues again
drape seasoned shawls of golden browns and rust
that soon crisp autumn winds, to ground, will thrust
and carpet well the faded grass below;
the last hurrah- emblaze the earthen crust-
then sink, full-weathered, neath the winter snow.
November 24, 2021
Premiere Strand Contest No. 1096
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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