Secrets of Leaves

The last leaf of fall
Settled at my back door
Whisperin secrets of the coming spring
So I folded it
Into the safety of a locket
And when night arrives to me
With its chill of melancholy
I peek into a patient heart to see
The hush of a pale sunlight
The prick of a honey bee
The song made by kissing trees
The promise of better days
Hidden Whispers,

Revive me
Then gently tuck away.


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