Monday, September 24, 2018

Let Go



Let Go



Why do you hang on
So stubbornly
The nights are cooling
Who are you fooling

Let Go

The host tree is almost bare
Save for you
The winds are blowing
You act all knowing

Let Go

The golden leaves have fallen
You’re still there
Hanging on so very tight
Staying vigilant all night

Let Go

The cold north wind arrived
You’re brown and shriveled
Solitary soldier of the tree
You’d be happier if free

Let Go

Spring arrives with bluster
A spider’s web sustains you
New growth is on the way
Why is it that you stay

Let Go

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