poem-

I don’t want to think about that right now-
I want to listen to my open window
I want to listen to the street
I want to hear the wind blowing the tops of the trees
I want to smell the air
I can hear the pushing wind driving into the leaves that are left over
from the winter drop
I wonder why they hung on

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018

6 thoughts on “poem-

  1. In my imagination in relation to this, made me think of this…they hung on, because sometimes that is what needs to happen. Sometimes it is too easy to just let go. The hard thing is not to. Sorry I just thought more of this, thanks for sharing

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