A leaf blade

In spring, as velvet
Soft and brown,
In summer, a carpet
Firm and green,
In autumn, a doormat
Coarse and yellow
And in winter, a wire-mesh
White like a skeleton,
A leaf blade lives through,
With its glory buried with it.
16.10.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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