One leaf left on a branch
and not a sound of sadness or despair.
One leaf left on a branch and no unhappiness.
One leaf left all by itself in the air
and it does not speak
of loneliness or death.
One leaf and it spends itself
in swaying mildly in the breeze…D. Ignatow
The view from my window is filled with trees on all sides, mostly bare at this time of year…soon the branches will be ice covered like this one..
I was inspired by a poem from Earth Prayers, which is about living in hope….it’s at this time of the year that we need it most…