Autumn Leaves
My hope is like the autumn leaves.
It hangs on past life
Clinging to a piece of what it used to feel like,
And then it falls,
Withered and broken
It loses sight of everything it once knew.
It flutters to the ground in the funeral gloom,
Becoming a memorial to the pain
Until all evidence is swept away.
But if you wait,
Through the long nights and barren winter,
Mourners brown will sprout green again
When the first light of spring welcomes it as a friend.
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Poem by Nicole Asherah. Nicole Asherah is an artist who tries to connect people to intimate moments, feelings, and relationships experienced throughout life through her poetry, paintings, and photography.
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