Skeletal fingers pointed to an empty winter sky, <br />Trees shivered naked in the cold. <br />But hope was striding in with spring, <br />Brightening rings of promise on the bough. <br /> <br />She, decked in verdant green, appeared, <br />My eyes assaulted, winter’s blindfold gone. <br />In that warm breeze, her lovers breath, <br />She danced all spring and summer long. <br /> <br />Then darker days his ardour chilled <br />And angered gales tore forth her end. <br />Just one last dance from branch to ground <br />And then he veers and lets her go. <br /> <br />Here she lies, flat at my feet, <br />Death’s sombre cloak of brown her dress. <br />Ribs burst sharp through fading beauty’s crown, <br />She will not dance or charm again. <br /> <br />One tomorrow that can never be, <br />Her rise and fall complete, <br />She is absorbed in time, <br />To feed the future, reason, joy and rhyme.<br /><br />Aleksandra Lachut<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-leaf/
