Dreams of Another Spring

Oh, yellow leaf,

Hang on to that bark;

Hang on to your remembered Spring

When you were born, green and supple.

Your yellows mirror the hot Summer sun,

Your reds the warm evenings;

The tender curl of your fingers

Reflect the caress of breezes.

Hang on through the fall;

Keep from falling,

For when you slide to the ground…

Winter is just a breath away,

Just a thought away,

Just a sigh away.

Gather your lovely yellow skirt

Before you sail away with my dreams

Of another Spring.