Should I ask why are you holding on or how are you holding on?
I’m sure as the cold rain comes that your spine gets stiff
I know your stem hurts from the morning frost and the feeble
fall sun fails to provide enough warmth to ease the pain.
I know you long for the times when all the leaves (lives) were still present and the
rustling of the wind gave you something like laughter and the community
of leaves clustered so the rain was not a burden.
You hid little birds and baby squirrels like secrets
and were vain because you knew you were part of something beautiful.
Now I ask you why you are holding on and how are you holding on or
if you are holding on or just trying to let go…