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the leaves of the trees.
by Andrew S Adamsher moment passed by on the last snowflake of winter
the brittle branches of the trees still too young for leaves
and too old for moments like these
in this springtime sorrow the
showers start their slow cascade
their march on the minds
keeping beats in millitary time
the stiff tap of the
snare drum footsteps on sidewalks
it's raining,
god damn it it is raining
ghosts
and i don't know when it will stop-
when this winter leaves us,
i'd say
then so too, will she
and then, through the rain,
i saw the leaves of the trees. 03/30/2006 Posted on 03/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/30/06 at 06:14 AM i liked this poem because it brings nature to life...she (i always refer to everything nature as she) has a personality & walks the face of the earth just like us it seems at times. a wise write with character. well done... |
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