The autumn leaves, the autumn of life
Bright phosphorescent yellows
Turn Halloween orange then burnt
And ever so frail, these last leaves
Tenaciously hold on to the very
Smallest of brittle branches and
This takes my breath away.
How much we want to live
How precious is this moment
Before winter, when we are
So hopeful that what comes next
Will be gentle and kind, a time to
Faithfully test our ability to survive all.
Though sometimes, I do question
My ability or common sense to hold
Tight to those small brittle branches,
To venture on... one step at a time,
With love and affection, every single day
Is one more chance to get it right.
* This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.
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