Tony Drakeford's nature notes

AUTUMN LEAVES
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