The Last of the Plum Tree Leaves

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The last of the plum-tree leaves

Are stubbornly hanging on

They have been through storms of rain

And shaking wind

As the darkness keeps growing

Encasing us on both sides of the day

Their fallen comrades have been raked

Piled and composted several times now

Storm drains cleared again and again

Keeping a lake from forming in the middle of our street

When will these last holdouts succumb

To the pull of gravity and their fate?

What still clings to me, dead and dying?

What still needs to go of my negative attitudes and unbelief?

Impatience and arrogance

O Wind shake them off!

What about doubt and despair?

Yes, please come and blow them away too!

Something in me wants to hibernate for a while

I am ready to

Let the outer bareness take over

And surrender

To an inner working

Where strength slowly gathers

Like sap in the inner core

Eventually after a long winter’s rest

To give way to new life and being

But not just yet

Let the rain, darkness and wind come!

Shake me once again

Until all has fallen that needs to fall

For this season I now embrace

© 2011 Julie Clark

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Categories: Autumn Poems, Life, Poetry, Trees | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “The Last of the Plum Tree Leaves

  1. bill clark

    what a wonder to be married to a poet!

  2. Nathan Clark

    wow, that’s powerful mom.

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