Treasure Island

Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Brown Leaves


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2012

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