Just a Leaf …….a sonnet by George Gray
After All, It’s Just a Leaf
Hot leaves fall from August trees
Cut off in their prime of life
Mother weeping green, dry tears
Drifting down the desert breeze
Sacrifice for future years
Father, lover, brother, son
Sapping moisture from the earth
Better now than in the fall
Fewer in the future sure
Color has no dollar worth
Could it not be better won?
Sister, daughter, lover, wife
Rooted in the firm belief
Does she suffer guilt or grief?
This little poem has such meaning on so many levels. It was written in August of this year. The heat and the drought was severe. George was sitting on our deck early in the morning watching the trees drop their leaves as they tried to survive the terrible conditions. I plan to do a piece of art with the poem in it.