Clinging courageously
To the branch of the tree
In the autumn breeze
A leaf like trapeze
Waiting for the final moment
The final component
Of the summer past
One we all hoped would last
The hazy autumn sun shines
A spotlight that defines
The last leaf’s outstanding beauty
But even then there is a duty
To fall into line with grounded others
A show of solidarity, nature’s brothers
A single breath is all it took
For the final leaf to fall into the brook.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My house looks onto a wood and every years the leaves fall. Often there is just one clinging on until it finally gives up and like the others fall to the ground. After writing the poem, it occurred to me that it could be a metaphor for the current state of British politics and in particular the plight of the leader.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Well, the current PM goes to a church only 2 miles from me (when she's at home on Sundays, that is). We'll have to meet up over coffee after church and hob-nob, and discuss the state of the nation, she and I!
I guess you will have a lot to discuss!!
I shall dash to church, and stay longer over coffee at the end then, when I meet her an her hubby!
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