Ode to a Leaf

Another year,

Another leaf, 

Has fallen from the Red Maple:

The Great Oak gives false regard,

And silence is the Willow;

The Old Lime Tree—as it appears—has at long last, taken notice of its fallen fruit;

The Noble Fir, despite the cold, offers a cone in its biddable youth!

And so another leaf has fallen,


Onto the ground;

A blusterous wind picks it up,

And carries it all around;

Or was it, perhaps, a leaf blower? The truth is, we'll never know...

For the Maple’s once budding, crimson leafs 

Have been covered by a blanket

Of freshly fallen 


K.J. Kruk

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