after seeing a new leaf

 after seeing a new leaf

the palest hint of trees 

all along the avenue suddenly

slightest is the word this month

as april comes as late as cold insists

here encouraging the palest hint

of a green so sweet as to desist 

any attempt to touch this impermanence 

for all too soon the greening holds

the clock’s turning of the season’s mirth

at man’s poor tenancy of thought

here   take this moment and store it there

in the words of a heart held in enthral

for here lies all you ever need know

how birth is just death reborn 

for like these leaves we just hold on

until the avenue we walk

grows dark along the longest sigh

and slightest is the word we thought