New Leaves.
All
old leaves
grow mouldy,
buds feel cold from
clinging while loaded
in uncontrolled broken
resolve to remain unrolled.
Most leaves
wish to descend
and intend up-ending
steely grasp they suspend,
worn leaves need re-tending
not mending when old year ends.
Worn leaves
after stem- turning,
from an anchorage burst,
then after reddening they spurn
branch attraction, freedom earned
they become torn and fall as they twirl.
New leaves
can now safely
be replaced, newly made
renovations, stations up-dated,
overpainted, greens freshly rated,
another season\'s verdance in waiting.
May
next
year
give
you
dear
poet-friends
extra inspiration as like me, you face
turning over unwritten paper
and making some meant resolutions.
HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.