New Buds

New Buds (Randyjw; December 31, 2017)


When the leaves were ochre

and crossed with white

they glittered in

their golden light


but when they turned

to gloss of green

their pointed leaves

were stars unseen



in the wisps that rose

that time

when it was time to go


So by my leave

I once detoured

to know that grief



But cut and cleared

the new buds grew

and blossomed

into something new


And down that path

begun with roots

grew something more

from little shoots


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