Lone Leaves Hanging on Bare Trees

Lone leaves hanging on bare trees;
rainy day recess memories;
stir-crazy children
and energy, exploding.

Inherit the story of self-preservation,
warrior spirit, incessant striving for safety,
longing for an unknown home
and memories gathered from the future.

Gather appreciation for possibility in the pause,
the journey forward, pushing past the fringe,
guided by the full moon
to the center of yourself.

Seasons change slowly but still the earth turns,
the invitation simply asks you to hold on
as it carries you forward.
Longing and striving and letting go.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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