She lets her leaves fall, <br />A slip of running colors <br />Pooling on the firmament, <br /> <br />Watches with relief <br />Breezes blowing the collage away, <br />The wrinkled, fading face. <br /> <br />No one notices her nakedness, <br />A shadow in the winter sun, <br />A silhouette in the moon-lit night. <br /> <br />How good its feels <br />Being nothing for a season, <br />Becoming color blind, <br /> <br />Showing a different side <br />No one sees, <br />Only stars, no blushes from the sun. <br /> <br />Ah, awakening to the budding <br />Which all will notice <br />Welcoming the new spring, <br /> <br />The explosion of energy <br />And ornamentation <br />promising a fruitful harvest. <br /> <br />But, what if no one takes <br />And there is no giving?<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lest-anyone-be-deceived/
