Until Spring

Until Spring

How I wonder
each and every
year  
How many
leaves
might shed a
tear   
As they
tumble and
fall to the ground  

Each one of
their dances
unique  
A golden explosion
a seasonal
masterpiece 
of sight 
without Sound  

No doubt
about it
the very
prettiest cloud
And 
something
surely  
to consider
out loud

The briefest of
wind blown
murmerations  
Individual heroes
versus flocks
of willing sheep
Those
that take a dive
and who
for the sake
of love do leap ..