My friend came by the other day
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street
Town to town
A wanderer he may be, but not at heart‑‑
He longs to be attached to a tree
Any tree
In spring and summer the leaves are green
And attached
Summer slowly dries them out as the tree
Prepares for winter
My friend, the dry brown leaf
Blows in his perpetual autumn
We all grow in our own time and season:
Winter dormancy
Spring regeneration
Summer fulfillment
Fall preparing for the
Inevitable season of death
These seasons of the soul
Are the very essence of our existence
They teach us
Temper us
Fulfill us
But there are those who do not see
The purpose of the seasons
To them winter means only
Cold
Snow
Desolation
Spring means only
Rain
Mud
Flooding
Summer means
Beauty to mock
The heart in winter
I trust in the wisdom of the seasons
Nature teaches us lessons in her cycles
Let the leaf fall to the ground
Let it rot into cold
Stark
Winter desolation
Spring will come
Bleak gray will become bright colours
Of spring
The beauty will fade once again but will
Reappear in winter's own stark beauty
Though it may be cold and gray
Then spring will come
Spring will come.
--Daniel Irwin Tucker
NOT just another poem about spring.