winter in the life of a tree

The trees are sleeping now
the warming sun  gone   
the days and nights turn cold
causing leaves to flee
dancing and twirling
in the gust and bursts and dust devils
finally resting against the fence
never to attach again
branches have  memories of leaves
that embraced them in the spring
and danced with them all summer
time changes everything
from bud green to rust brown  
fleeting  attachments for the leaves
merely frivolous flirtations
thoughts of forever for the branch
The end is always the same
Time changes everything
nothing is permanent
the branch wont be bare long

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