(April's yard echoes with autumn's walnut-leaf percussion)
Last autumn’s leaf
Spirals, soft on the
breeze
Returning to rest,
lost in time’s russet seas
Slide-show of shadow
and sunlight caress
The graveyard of past
summer’s stricken tress
And over the
dread-locks of winter’s torment
Wandering zephyrs
cajole and lament
Budded limbs beckon;
Eager for the sigh
Of leaf-song at
midnight’s half-moon lullaby
The last snow recedes
to north-shaded inclines
Sadness and gladness
together entwines
Ten fingers folded in
tender embrace
Where moments employ
simply to erase
The thrum of bare
feet
Echoes on the still
grass
The pond is a window
of sun-shadow glass
Where once childish
innocence shattered its gleam
Before adolescence lures with ethereal dream
And once more the
leaf spirals soft on the breeze
An eighth note in forgotten melodies
© Janet Martin
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