Hanging On

unlike bats in covered places
brown, dried leaves
desperately hang to branches
in a sprinkle of cold rain


Wrote this morning while waiting in the drive-thru at Starbucks.
Some leaves and people find it easy to release and let go; others
hang on through the winter storms.

Happy New Year to you!







About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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19 Responses to Hanging On

  1. Kathy says:

    Mindfully put . . . the soul will know when it is time to release that which we no longer need . . .

  2. Ron. says:

    Apt image. Salute!

  3. I love this, Sabra–both the metaphor and the reality. We have some of those in our backyard–I keep watching and waiting.

  4. Happy New Year to you too!

  5. Poet Laundry says:

    I can picture them! Letting go, holding on…each can be hard to do. Happy 2015, Sabra!

  6. So true. When I walk through the oak trees now, here in NE, I shake my head at those ‘hanging-on-for-dear-life’ leaves and whisper, let gooooooooooooo. A good lesson for all of us.

  7. Kris Swanguarin says:

    Love it. Pure description, pure poetry.

  8. claudia says:

    … and it needs so much wisdom as well to know when to cling and when to let go…
    happy new year to you sabra

  9. Love the image here.. and so apt for the new year

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