The leaves be a gathered

The leaves be a gathered

o’er many a year,

each season

a holdin’

those memories clear.

When spring

air was seeking

to wake up

each branch,

Those buds

a long snoozin

down the length

of Limb Ranch.

Summer storms

found us grasping

our neighbor’s

firm hand,

sometimes lost

was that leaf

into the air’s land.

Fall rested it’s

coolness

upon each leaf face.

They blushed

from attention

the colors

of grace.

The temperatures

dropping

the hands

they grow weak.

Each leaf

of that family

their story, they speak.

Winter came

with it’s snow

adorning

each branch.

Softly covered

each bud,

deep sleepin

like trance.

A dreaming

a family

of leaves

up so high,

The wind

whispered song,

a leaf lullaby.