Sunday, February 02, 2014

Brown Leaves

Some trees have brown leaves that refuse to drop;
Stubbornly clinging to branches: dry rot
Through deepest freeze, crowning certain trees
Won't take to the ground; to be tread upon,
To dissolve into fragments, one crisp step,
To dance precariously no longer.
Will April see them hovering still?
Or will cheerful pink blossoms show them out?

1 comment:

Bonnie said...

Nice metaphor for rugged endurance.