(12/11/60 / Danbury, CT USA)

Fall She May

In its season
the leaf fell.
Bugs drank
her juices,
killing the softness
to shrivel her tender edge.

Life and time
have scarred the fallen one
and chewed her colors away.

We fall many times
in one season;
defenses are torn,
the frame lies
tired.

It is not a sign of weakness
to fall but a sign of strength
to hold the soul together
among her scars.

© Reneé Marie
1978, Camp WAMAVA, Virginia

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Comments (2)

A nice write... You may like to read my poems and express your views too... Naila
A refined poetic imagination, Renee M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.