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| by Sean Smith |
I squint into the early morning sun
As the windscreen slowly clears
And the frost sparkles on the uneven footpath
The little leaf curled up, foetus-like to ward off the chill
that has already caused them to fall.
Too little, too late–
They will never fly back up to the tree.
In a few months new buds will spring
Then green will sprout and grow and live again
Then fall again and curl up again
to forever sleep
on the ground outside my house
While I wait in the car for the windscreen to clear.
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Sean Smith is a writer and poet from County Derry in Northern Ireland. He has been published in various presses, including most recently Roi Fainéant Press and Orchard Lea Books. He has recently completed a degree in English Literature at Ulster University.
