The Leaf Let

by good2begone


When you leave
The cold creeps in

The brightness
Of summer fades

Winter chill
Bears it’s calculated grin

When your color fades
From bright to grim

The shimmer ages
To a crumble

Grasp of the branches
Wears thin.

When you let go
And drift from the peak

Seasons of change
Are approaching

Old man winter
Prays over the meek.

Rake up past months shade
Clear out the dead veins

The skeletal trunk and branches
Are all that remains.

The bark protects from the bite
When the chill factor prevails

Hibernate until the temp rises
And the old man exhales

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