Today - they wave in warm sunny breeze
Tomorrow - they flutter down to the ground
The next day - they’re hardly seen at all
The seasons of leaves once more.
Today - they shush with all their friends
Tomorrow - they rustle and start parting ways
The next day - they’re hardly heard at all
The seasons of leaves at your door.
Today - they’re green and shiny and bright
Tomorrow - they’re brown and dull and wet
The next day - they’re slush and composty stuff
The seasons of leaves – just enough.
So next time you see or feel or squash
The shapely veined babe of the tree
Spare a thought - Take time to consider
The seasons of leaves
For you - And for me.
(http://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-exercises/ 23 Jan 2012)
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