Clinging On
At the back of our house there is a wood. At this time of the year it is always interesting how one solitary leaf clings on when others have deserted. My latest poem...a metaphor of the current political landscape? You decide!
Clinging On
Clinging courageously
To the branch of the tree
In the autumn breeze
A leaf like trapeze
Waiting for the final moment
The final component
Of the summer past
One we all hoped would last
The hazy autumn sun shines
A spotlight that defines
The last leaf’s outstanding beauty
But even then there is a duty
To fall into line with grounded others
A show of solidarity, nature’s brothers
A single breath is all it took
For the final leaf to fall into the brook.
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