The Quiet Plodder

By thequietplodder

The last winter leaf

a gentle winter draft
thatches across a deserted botany,
a final leaf rustled from its cathedral
high in a tree canopy

slow falls to the ground
its sun exhausted,
and the earth of millenniums

welcomes another fragment
of the life succession:

this yearning season of sighs ...

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