Carrying the tears of winter’s long refrain
the autumn leaf that lodged between some twigs
took flight to reach the earth again
its life now savouring the last of rites
to fly in spirit to another world
where in the mould of many years uncurled
it changes into something else
but in its heart are days of sun and rain
days of happiness and joy
among those other moments sad and dour
its stories from the tree its library
as written deep within the loam
are tomes of history

Margaret Ann Waddicor 1st May 2015