The last of the plum-tree leaves
Are stubbornly hanging on
They have been through storms of rain
And shaking wind
As the darkness keeps growing
Encasing us on both sides of the day
Their fallen comrades have been raked
Piled and composted several times now
Storm drains cleared again and again
Keeping a lake from forming in the middle of our street
When will these last holdouts succumb
To the pull of gravity and their fate?
What still clings to me, dead and dying?
What still needs to go of my negative attitudes and unbelief?
Impatience and arrogance
O Wind shake them off!
What about doubt and despair?
Yes, please come and blow them away too!
Something in me wants to hibernate for a while
I am ready to
Let the outer bareness take over
To an inner working
Where strength slowly gathers
Like sap in the inner core
Eventually after a long winter’s rest
To give way to new life and being
But not just yet
Let the rain, darkness and wind come!
Shake me once again
Until all has fallen that needs to fall
For this season I now embrace
© 2011 Julie Clark