I saw you on the Tree of Time,
Your leaf was glory red.
Among the bows,
A browning frond
Bespoke of lofty dead.
Drawing ever closer.
One leaf the silken green of youth,
The next a crumbled black.
Disintegrate unto the floor
To join the rising stack.
A quilt lay round that tree I saw,
In colours of the world.
Faded from gloried dignity
To memories of earth.
I see you on the Tree of Time,
Your leaf is glory red.
So full of life
And in your prime,
Your colours they have said.
All but a lifetime.
Yet as the winds have e’er blown,
Sculpted dunes within its hand.
A time will come when I shall know
Black seeds sown on your land.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes in the pool
PoetryPoetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amateur Poet
