linger. a poem.

I am not fond
of
withering leaves
late summer
eeking the life out
of
the last green
sighing
*
what?
*
relief
the end is near
or grief
another beginning lingers
after yet another
struggle
with
dormancy
*

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*
“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.”
~Psalm 62:5 NIV~

5 thoughts on “linger. a poem.

      1. Thank you for visiting, Sandi! And yeah, one might wonder after reading this poem, but I really do like fall. I just don’t like watching all my pretty potted plants die.

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