Anxious Autumn Leaves

Withered leaves photo

 

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.