DEAN SETTLEMENT
When leaves get up from their winter sleep and walk.
Some in the excitement take flight.
In lofty dreams are soon out of sight.
Others gather in a meeting place.
To decide if this is their last race.
On the tree they were stationary gliders.
All winter they were stealthy hiders.
Spring frees them from their hiding.
Then there is a larger force deciding.
Weather to dance and fly.
Or give the earth a second try.
All will settle in a resting place.
All will start a cycle at a slower pace.
It is as if they can't decide.
To stay or cross the great divide.