Elegy for Fallen Leaves

I remember the leaves,
Once vibrant and green,
That once filled banks of trees
With green-spanned branches now stripped desolately clean.

Feeding trees' fibrous bast,
Their veins etched out faces
Of U.S. leaders past,
Like the Virgin's visage found in the oddest places.

In the end they turned brown
And, in this time of woe,
Expired and tumbled down,
Forgotten, onto the once-bustling walled street below.

But this refrain we sing,
While these leaves we still mourn:
There will be a new spring,
And tree banks will be refilled with new leaves reborn.


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#44: rememberances and eligies