holding on

fall leaves

listing off on my walk
the names of the trees
whose leaves are holding on
just a little too long –

what was golden now
giving way to brown,
tattered things that cling
complaining in the wind

there is an art, I think,
to holding on, to letting
go – and an impatience
for things which shouldn’t

but have lingered past
their welcome – strange
how we are perhaps more
enamored by the things

that rightly fall away
than by those that fight
another day to stay

© Sarah Whiteley

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6 thoughts on “holding on

  1. You have posed a melancholy question here…I think of leaves, and then maybe of too much medical intervention when hope is nil….and just of the aged who have probably lived “too long”……appropriate November musings prompted by this poem Sarah…

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