Summer Leaves AgainColors withered . . . set to fly
Spill from oaks of autumn skies.
Reds and russets spoiled brown
Now puddle on the forest ground.
Yet rising high for all to see
Their nakedness stood certainty
The skeletons that once bore leaves
A sacrifice amongst the tree's.
Their bony fingers reaching higher
To grasp at summer's final fire.
Hope that fades within the mist
As Apollo rides the River Styx.
But they have paid the ferryman
For safe return of summerland
With amber tears of golden grand
Spread throughout this barren land.
So till the spring that melts the snow
And free them from the winter's hold
Limbs held high to proudly show
The sun that helped their blossoms grow
Their summer leaves again.
Until summer leaves again.