There is a leaf, tethered
to the tree
outside my window;
barely holding on.
A strong gust of wind
and she’ll be gone.
Each time I look
I am surprised
to see her there,
anchored by what
appears to be thin air.
She is stronger
than she looks.
Stronger than the branch
to which she clings,
or is it reversed?
She is desperate
to be free only
held back by
a filigree of hope;
the branch cannot
let go. I feel loss
for them both.

~The H Word~

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

A WordPress.com Website.

Up ↑

Wendy Pratt

Poet, Author, Editor, Facilitator

Inking Prose & Poetry

The Art of Prose and Poetry

Fevers of the Mind

Writing, Poetry, Short Stories, Reviews, Art Contests

UHI Blog | Bloga UHI

Where learning means more | Far a bheil ionnsachadh a’ ciallachadh barrachd

%d bloggers like this: