Tony Drakeford's nature notes

A leaf just died .I watched it fall,
flutter to the ground to sprawl
now faded, etched with insect scar,
pale faded ghost of once proud star.
Yet high on that autumnal bough
new life is there, though dormant now,
dark tight-furled buds, each tiny thing
will clothe the trees in green next spring.
Tony Drakeford