WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame <br />Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze, <br />Blow through the thickets whence they came <br />On amberlucent autumn days. <br /> <br />The cool green woodland heart receives <br />Their dim, dissolving, phantom breath; <br />In young hereditaty leaves <br />They see their happy life-in-death. <br /> <br />My minutes perish as they glow- <br />Time burns my crazy bonfire through; <br />But ghosts of blackened hours still blow, <br />Eternal Beauty, back to you!<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-leaves-in-spring/
