Scarce a leaf hung on the tree
That awhile ago was astir
From the chatter of mirthful birds
And the breathings of mellow breeze
Its leaves huddled together
In frantic excitement
Of friends sharing secrets
Now bare and ugly
It stood alone
Holding together the little it had
In the misty breath of autumn
Facing bravely
The harshness of the cold nights
And the jibes of North wind
For it was certain
That spring stood awaiting
Round the corner
To breathe life
Into the frozen soul of things.
Hope
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