Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem: The first blossoms, leaves, and shoots of spring




By Jack Brummet

The dappled grey, mottled rust,
And crumbling mustard leaves and fronds
Tumble to the beckoning loam in the fall,

Sinking to the brown earth
Like we all do
Sooner or later,

But they do it every year,
Reincarnated in green 
For one more run at life above the earth.
            ---o0o---

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