THE LEAVES ARE MINE TO KEEP

BY

Laura Lee Christian

In winter when the trees
are bare
I think about the leaves
that aren't there,
I form a picture in my mind
and like in a dream
the tree I find
and all the leaves
are back again,
but I know the trees are resting
in their winter sleep,
and the leaves will be out 
for real
when Spring comes to peek,
and the sun becomes warm
for real,
then the leaves are mine
to keep.