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!
Later, Miss Slater 
Mindfully put . . . the soul will know when it is time to release that which we no longer need . . .
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You are so wise, Kathy. Thanks for your visit.
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Apt image. Salute!
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Thank you, Ron. Wish I’d thought to use my cell to take a picture of the little tree that brought these thoughts to mind.
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I love this, Sabra–both the metaphor and the reality. We have some of those in our backyard–I keep watching and waiting.
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Thank you, Victoria! I have one in my backyard, too. Its leaves don’t fall until Spring.
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Happy New Year to you too!
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Thank you.
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I can picture them! Letting go, holding on…each can be hard to do. Happy 2015, Sabra!
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You are correct. Each can be equally hard. Happy 2015! 🙂
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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.
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Glad you notice them too, Pam; and glad you whisper to the leaves, as I do too. Thanks for your visit. 🙂
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Love it. Pure description, pure poetry.
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Thank you so much, Kris! Love that you visited.
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… and it needs so much wisdom as well to know when to cling and when to let go…
happy new year to you sabra
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Happy New Year to you, Claudia. Yes, it is hard sometimes to know. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me.
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Love the image here.. and so apt for the new year
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Thank you, Bjorn. Great to have your visit; and happy new year to you!
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Happy new year back 🙂
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