#21 of 365 – “leaves”




that I

could release,

what has long needed

to fall.


and lacking color,

I cling

to virgin smells

of green,

and gold,

and brilliant flights

of red.


and brittle,

they dangle,


for an end,

while I, choking

sweet change

of its beauty,

sit angry

that my leaves

have already died,

and are waiting,


for me

to let



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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One Response to #21 of 365 – “leaves”

  1. SassyD says:

    Love this.

    For myself, I am wondering, what possibilities are there when I can let go?

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