| Leaves |
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| When in spring I saw the emerging art |
| Tenderly hailing the north-seeking sun |
| I welcomed warmth into my novice heart |
| And fled the shadows loneliness had spun. |
| And when those leaves the growing sun had freed |
| Swelled to such heights they put all else to shame |
| My leaping heart in ecstasy believed |
| What summer’s verdant words had set aflame. |
| But when I felt the sun begin to cool |
| And leaves once nourished by its ardent play |
| All quietly faded, then I the fool |
| Watched them fall where lengthening shadows play. |
| Yet still, like embers fanned by mocking winds |
| They burn my heart to ashes as love ends. |
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| (Copyright © 2000) |
