A lovely short poem Brinas.

The leaves may have no sap, but my oh my, what else do they hold - to be converted and changed within the soil over winter and into the spring, to feed the newly developing growths of next year.

Now that last paragraph is not meant to be a poem - just an automatic reactionary comment by me, an intuitive biologist, but when I re-read what I've just written ... I wonder ... am I a poet after-all!

Brinas, thank you for choosing to follow me. I have reciprocated. Glad you liked my 'gravestone' story.

I hope that we can both continue to write about things that interest, inspire; and bring a touch of happiness into the lives of others.

I wish you well with your own writing.

May your day be just right for you … all the best to you and yours,

Fred