Ann’s Poetry

Beech Leaves

Why do the pale bronze leaves of beech

betray the legacy of fall

by holding fast to suborn twigs

beyond the time of Autumn’s call.

Through winter’s winds and snows they cling

reluctant to let go

until the gentle nudge of spring

drops them awash in melting snow.

I see them in the winter woods

a yellow patch in barren trees

their parchment curls are clustered near

and quiver in the cold north breeze.

Perhaps like them I cling too much

to seasons past and seasons seen

for spring will come with burst of buds

to fill a waiting world with green.

Ann B Day 1971

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