What Is Seen Through a Winter Screen
There's a leaf as small as a tear-
drop, fluttering on the tender limb
on which it was born. It clings,
tenaciously, as if it knows to fall
means becoming brown and crisp
and forlorn, like we who hold tight
to our lives, await the butterfly
when spring arrives.
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