Here you will find the Poem Burning Leaves in Spring of poet Christopher Morley
WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze, Blow through the thickets whence they came On amberlucent autumn days. The cool green woodland heart receives Their dim, dissolving, phantom breath; In young hereditaty leaves They see their happy life-in-death. My minutes perish as they glow- Time burns my crazy bonfire through; But ghosts of blackened hours still blow, Eternal Beauty, back to you!
