Winter Bitters

.For Public Domain Winter Bitters (after reading Robert Browning's Home Thoughts, From Abroad) The tiny leaves of Spring, a memory not long passed before this Summer arrived. We might have thought they'd never go away, but the thought did not come, and they died in Autumn, before the coming Winter day. We missed their spreading flat and full, missed shading under their canopy. We might have said thanks for their beauty and green, but no said came, and every leaf would flee in Autumn, before our present Winter scene. Spring, leaves, and thanks, lost opportunities for beauty and its praise in Summer songs we might have sung before they went away, but no songs came, and leaves left in throngs in Autumn. Bewail now our bitter Winter day.