L'aura del Campo

Spring will come but not for me [181.7]

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[Spring will come but not for me]

Spring will come but not for me
said the orange leaf to the tree
My time was fun but now it's done.
I'm longing to be free.

but I have heard that spring will come,
your sap rise from the ground.
Another bud, another leaf
will cover up your crown.

The maple sadly waved a branch
she'd heard this every fall
and smiled as she fell asleep
until next springtime's thrall

when trunk will groan with rising sap
she'll gladly burst forth buds
of fresh green leaves and blooms for bees
to make and set new seeds

that grow and grace these naked hills
through winter's snowy lull
adorn with summer's emeralds,
rubies ablaze each fall.

© Kåre Enga [181.7] (1.april.2024}