Spring Brings Fresh Buds

This process has been continuous.
There is no stopping it.
I just take time to let some out.
But that act alone does not deflat it.
Whatever leaves is instantly replaced.
Much like the air is needed,
For one to breathe.
Much like a tree that grows leaves again...
After Autumn takes them.
And snow comes to sit on limbs.
But not for long.
Spring brings fresh buds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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