Archive for January 30th, 2012

Long after other leaves have fallen to the forest floor,

beech leaves float like ghostly copper kites hovering in the winter woods.

They rustle harshly in the breeze, testifying to their tough sheaths of fibre

that refuse to quit even after autumn surrenders to winter.

Soft in appearance yet near invincible in structure,

these leaves bring colour to a monochromatic time.



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