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.

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