He stands their so still it's if he's dead,
Changing his clothes from green to golden brown like a conker
fresh from a shell,
But suddenly he loses them in the cool winter breeze.
Snow falls and a smooth, soft, silk blanket
Covers the earth and he is covered again,
Like a fur coat on a child.
Spring comes and a the snow melts and blossom
Fills the tree as the air is filled with
The smell of a new day.
By James da Costa
Message Posted By: James da Costa U5R
Date Posted: 24-06-2005