by Margaret Simmons
I spy a leaf in early spring
Tells me true
That cold will be gone
I watch it close as it spreads
When sunshine comes
In softly as on kitten footprints
To bring out the beauty
Of something new
Soft green and still young
Days pass and breezes blow
Gets larger
With nothing to say
Swinging only with the breeze
Contributing in the shade
As others of the same
Make a canopy
For me below
I lounge in the knowledge
Its life so short
Will turn a rustic red
Releasing its hold
On the branch it clings
Floating down, will be no more
My lovely little new leaf
There for me.
