Green leaves burst forth
heralding spring, summer to come
Basking in sun amidst blooms
bright pink, yellow, orange
Magnificent beauty
Abundant life
It never lasts long enough
Tears fall as blooms fade
Leaves turn red, then brown
Crisply dying on the ground
Winter follows
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For Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub De Jackson is tending bar. She’s calling for poems that include the word leaves “in honor of the season many of us crave.” As you might be able to tell from my poem, I am not among that “many.” I am not even close to ready for summer to be over. Not even close.