Resurrection

Leaves grieve as they go.

They mourn their leafy growth;

sorrow paints them yellow,

death (as one might expect)

turns them brown.


What they don't know yet --

these cast-offs of Autumn --

is that they will be reborn

in every spring-green plant

that shows itself as the

earth turns again toward March.



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