Nannette Schweig Hoffman
Poetry
November Rewards1/20/2018 The Oak let go
of a million leaves today thickening carpet under tired feet. Whipped by heavy downpours and the North wind, only the stubborn ones held tight upon the branch. Now sun bathes naked limbs, glaring brightness on tattered offspring. I search the piles for that special leaf, one with twists, with textures, roughly etched from elements, veins reaching out among darkening spots. These scars are trophies earned for having borne and survived nature’s careless indiscretions. * * *
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