On Connections

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Mamta Singh

Though unseen
the tree remembers its roots
Every limb branch twig leaf of it
exists in connection to them
Though unseen

When a leaf falls
will the tree not also grieve
Send a shiver thru twig limb root
while sap continues to flow
When a leaf falls

We are leaves
each of us on a family tree
older than we can ever remember
our roots deeper than time
Leaves we are

Where we fall
new shoots will surely grow
comes the thawing wind of spring
With every shoot a new leaf
Where we fall

“It seems only half a life to live without connection to the past.” ~ Donald Hall

About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to On Connections

  1. resonates with these old bones


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