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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Leaves can teach so many lessons…if we take the time to observer and learn. 🙂
Sarah, I just noticed.. is that you playing the piano? I really enjoy that, very soothing. (Do you mind if I add that to the play-list in the clinic?)
That is me! Glad you enjoyed it – and yes, please feel free to play at the clinic. It would be an honor 🙂
Yes, enjoyed it very much. You are multi talent!!! super
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…
This is about the third time I’m reading this poem… And it always brings this smile on my face. There’s a lot to learn from you. Thanks very much…