While we slept, She returned...lolling on leafless limbs
and strolling the frozen furrow
She sheds vesture lily-starred
Dons a dress of gilded gem
Crowning field and boulevard
With a dazzling diadem
She, while people slumbered, slipped
From summer’s care-freer clime
To tease treetops, doffed, white-tipped
With whispers of Father Time
She, without fanfare or fame
Fells earth’s final flower-shows
And nobody knows Her name
Where she comes from, where she goes
Dreamers stare where echoes chafe
Torn between what is and was
Where the wind is like a waif
Looking for lost leaf-applause
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!