Poems and Phantasms

First True Leaf

green leafy plant starting to grow on beige racks

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It is not a steep edge so much as

it is sharp. The place here

and there must decide.

 

In one hand, the old leaf brittle and

precious, its purpose outgrown yet clinging

to a seed. The other hand opens wide.

 

It is time to let go. The leaf

body disintegrates as the

wind carries it away.

 

With it perish thoughts of

faults and limitations.

With it crumble excuses.

 

Full of intentions, the seed of a

magnificent future with

courage will take root.

 

Now, both hands are free

to climb, to plant, to hold on to

something new.

 

You will find it one day, that seed

sprouting, so green one weeps for joy as

the first true leaf is announced.

 

Life chooses again.

Comments on: "First True Leaf" (6)

  1. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Thank you, Janice!

  3. Amanda Thomas said:

    Thank you for this Lurana! This should be a choral piece. I hear music when I read it, and it’s so beautiful.

  4. I agree, an uplifting piece. Even though I’m committed to the apocalypse. πŸ™‚

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