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Thursday, April 14, 2011

L is for

Leaves

This was the week when all the leaves came in
When hills all went from brown and gray to green
And so the summer sweetly does begin.

I almost heard them bursting out. This dim
Subsonic shout - what does it mean?
This was the week when all the leaves came in.

The air is soft and mild. My senses spin
In wonder at the season’s turning speed.
And so the summer sweetly does begin.

The maple trees unfurl, in stylish whim,
Chartreuse cockades of tiny , tight-packed pleats.
This was the week when all the leaves came in.

The poplar’s brassy tint will quickly dim.
For three days only will that hue be seen.
And so the summer sweetly does begin.

Bird’s nests, once visible within the thin
And barren twigs now hide behind this screen.
This was the week when all the leaves came in,
And so the summer sweetly does begin.

2 comments:

  1. I just became your follower lucky #7.

    Your poem nicely describes the beautiful Spring season. Here in Los Angeles where I am Spring doesn't come with obvious flourish--it all looks pretty much the same as the rest of the year.


    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  2. I love it. Let's hope you're being prophetic of the coming week!

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