Brown Leaves Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

Brown Leaves

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The passage of dead leaves in spring
Is like the aged vanishing.
Amid the bustle and delight
Of beauty thronging sound and sight,
Their lengthened course we hardly know
Nor mark their exit when they go.
Yet through the burst of budding green
And blossoms rich with varied sheen
A brown leaf sometimes flutters by
And breeds a sombre revery.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 22 January 2016

All this awesome beauty and melancholy occasioned by the sight of one brown leaf falling as seen by a poetic eye.

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Gamaliel Bradford

Gamaliel Bradford

Boston, Massachusetts
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