He lay on his back,
A slight dusting of snow.
He knew he was done,
There was no place to go.
His time in the branches,
Were glorious and free!
But time is not static,
His memory the key.
You see he is a symbol,
of Summer and Spring.
The days full of frolic,
That memories bring.
As he shivered with cold,
On this bright chilly day.
He knew with conviction,
What others would say .
Soon will be spring,
And buds will appear.
Leaves will start growing,
Never you fear!
The accompanying photograph was provided by Dan over at nofacilities.com. He and Maddie are most generous with the fruits of their walks. Thanks Dan!
Butterfly Sand 
Beautifully written Pam, it is a winters melancholy of what went before. Well done 😀
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Thank you Mark.
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Your poem is wonderful Pam. You’ve actually managed to give this lone leaf a personality and now I’m going to miss him! I am so ready to meet and greet all the new leaves, in all their splendor, come spring. Thank goodness there always is another spring!
Ginger
Think positive. Test negative.
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Thanks Ginger. I don’t know why this leaf made me feel sad and hopeful. Thank goodness for Dan and his photographs!
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It’s almost time for us to turn over that new leaf.
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It feels like past time!
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That’s so beautiful, Pam. Now I feel like I should have picked him up and brought him home. We haven’t been able to walk for a while. I’m hoping we can go tomorrow. It won’t be long before we see the buds start popping out.
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Thank you Dan. And that’s a whole new set of inspiration!
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Well done, Pam
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Thanks John.
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The birds are insistent that what the leaf says it true… but first we must deal with another blizzard or two! (Egads, Pam, that actually rhymed! haha)
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You are a poet and I know it!
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