Anxious autumn leaves-
Wind through trees
Blowing howling
Shrieking tearing
Violently ripped
From their branches.
Spinning wildly
Soaring spiraling
Up and around
Until until until
Falling
Falling
Falling
To their deaths.
The naked trees can only
Watch.
And wait.
For the winter rest.
Silence.
Internal strength building
for a new Spring.
My anxious soul
That has also blown wildly
Often becoming untethered
From its branches.
Falling
Falling
Falling.
Now, finally,
Heeds the voices of the leaves
And trees.
Embracing their wisdom;
The nourishment of
A winter’s rest;
Building strength for
A gleaming, glistening
Rebirth of
Spring.
My leaves will grow
And give birth
Once more
To Hope.
Poem by Lisa Molina
Lisa Molina holds a BFA from the University of Texas. She has taught high school English and theatre, served as Associate Publisher of Austin Family Magazine, and now works with students with special needs. She finds joy in hiking, reading, writing, playing piano, and singing. She lives in Austin, TX with her family.
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