This leaf to you: A poem 

I see this leaf is a figment 

of my wonder, merely a pigment 

of chlorophyll green, till it dies 

But now, it defies my eyes 

I have turned the leaf 

of my poem to you, only brief 

Twenty lines to sum up 

Yet love is a lifetime’s stirrup 

I can crush the leaf and the poem 

that you never want to read, a lost emblem 

A soul is lifeless without its stem 

I never ask you why, then 

This leaf doesn’t dazzle; it’s a joke 

lives for a season, cannot stoke 

memories, not even a thought about what 

when I feel all out of sorts 

And flowers die too early 

The pictures I send to you surely 

You can’t tell my love from a distance 

But I feel it every instance