A Leaf to Turn

burnt edge

Life has hurt you; I can see

The scars from where you’ve burned –

If you’ll let go, that frailty

Could be a leaf to turn.

For something new to grow again

Where only wounds have bloomed,

The old must drop; there, space obtained,

Spring’s vigor can resume.

So say good-bye to autumn’s jaws,

To fronds aglow with strife;

For after Winter’s healing pause,

Your soul will burst to life.

 

 

 

Tree-Huggers

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Hold me when life’s cruel winds

strip my hope and mock my grit,

hold me when the darkest nights

replace true light with counterfeit.

When strength rings hollow,

valour rouse –

and hold me in your tender boughs.