A Green Leaf Flutters

A Green Leaf Flutters

A green leaf flutters in the gentle, warm breeze.
Then comes a blue norther.
The green leaf freezes.
Nay though.
The formerly nice green leaf refuses to turn loose from the stem.
There that leaf is, black, it’s flesh rotting, still hanging on.
Yet still it hangs there, black, rotting. Mercy!

The beautiful yet sentimental poem, A Green Leaf Flutters, fairly describes the herbage at the CB on this Sunday morning. Until yesterday, many of the leaves were doing OK. They were like enjoying their role in life which is photosynthesis. Yes. Finally, after the nearly interminable dearth of meteoric water there came about a plentitude of moisture for those leaves to enjoy. At last, those leaves could easily photosynthesize to their heart’s content. Then what happened? They all froze to death. Now they are all rotting. But not in Hell. No. They are hanging out in full view of the Goddess and everybody, rotting. Ugh. A festive time for the molds and mildews.