Stan
The Fate of Leaves ( The Allegory of the Leaves)
Though icy winds through barren branches blew,
there was uncommon warmth below, for the nurture of this tender thing,
had guaranteed new growth in spring,
but promises of buds of May are lies
that every dreamer craves,
and their lushness set against the sky
cannot survive, and so must die.
The summer knows the fate of leaves and tells it to the evening breeze,
who whispers it from bough to bough
eac evening as the sun goes down.
October is a witness to a withered death for me and you,
they fall away and to the fround and there they die without a sound.
Amid the rage of gold and red, theyre blown away from where the rest as silent branches from high above
bemoan an allegory, Love
from Love Notes by S A Kaminski 2003
