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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