Now we can see a single leaf
a sign of new life hides beneath
a yellow, single speck has lain
like St Swithin’s threat of rain
till the small but ravenous beast
on poor defenceless leaf unleashed
and five voracious weeks will pass
before as if to stone the body cast
while in that tomb vast changes make
yet not death but beauty make.
Bob Fairfield is a lover of rhyme traditional poetry form, also short form and Limerick. His work may be viewed at http://bobfairfield.org.