Sunday, February 28, 2016

Brown Leaves

                Brown Leaves

Brown frayed leaves angrily dance,
Driven by whipping gusts.
Made to perform and dance,
Fulfilling another's desires and lusts.

Winter's grip fades,
Leaves uncovered in thaw.
All that snow shades,
Branches of ground discovered raw.

Green of grass exposed,
Memory gradually heals.
Slowly leaves decompose,
Scarred, wound no longer feel.

Winter will give way,
New life of Spring so clean.
Seasons change in a day,
Compost of fall redeemed.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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