The nocturnal moon shines down,     

upon the newborn leaves;

hoarfrost is lurking in the shadows,

like a malingering band of thieves.


The lunar orb can only watch,

as they plan their evil spells;

while unsuspecting buds are coaxed,

from their protective shells.


Life is only a moment away,

but death is just as near;

the tiny foliage yearns to grow,

naïve to any fear.


Aurora peeks over the horizon,

frustrated rime is chased away;

it will have to wait till harvest moon,

genesis has seized the day.








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