< Poems by Linda Harvey >

New life

Autumn leaves rustle
beneath my feet
under a deep blue sky
and blazing sun.

Trees, bare through the winter
coming to life.
It's spring. These leaves,
remnants of last year 

are the memories I am walking on.
Tread gently, 
tread gently,
don't leave too soon: 

new buds will open and blossom.
Petals will fall.
Eternal mystery is in no rush.
One step at a time is all that it takes.

Linda Harvey. For permission to re-use contact  godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.