It’s leaves are spread like fingers,
five fingers like a human hand
tinged green and gold and red
by the fall.
It’s hands are open
to the elements
ready to fall now,
ready to fall into fall’s hands,
ready to crinkle and wrinkle
where they fall,
where the fall placed them
to wait for winter,
to wait for their decay
to feed the earth.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: Poetry – Lynn White and Facebook.
Brave & Reckless 
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One step in the cycle of a tree’s life
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