Poem by Eve Merriam from Rainbow Writing.
Take the leaf of a tree
Trace it exact shape
The outside edges
The inside lines.
Memorise the way it is fastened to the twig
How the twig arches from the branch
How it springs forth in April
How it panoplied in June
By late August crumple it in your hand
So that you smell its end of summer sadness
Chew its woody stem
Listen to its autumn rattle
Watch it atomise in the November air
Then in winter
There is no leaf left.
Invent one.
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