Photo,”The Curling Leaf” taken by my brother-in-law, Dr. Talal Hrout in Amman Jordan
The Last Leaf
It’s not for fear of falling that I cling,
in the cold autumn rain, the pin-prick wind.
It’s not for the drop that I know will be graceful,
the floating, and sashaying gently down.
To land once again within my family and community,
into the familiarity of a damp leaf-textured ground…
Because, for weeks, upon its piles,
I have silently looked down.
I am here, chosen by fate to wait.
My acceptance of this lonely role,
will make… the surrender even sweeter when I go.
The icy gusts twist and tease; I am ready to give in.
I am ready to twirl and descend while I spin,
then to lay a last time, with those of my kind
to let go…and become something else again.
Karima Hoisan
2018 Costa Rica
Footnote: I am once again dealing with my health and so will be quite scarce on WP. I appreciate your understanding…
Such a wise and beautiful verse! Very best wishes for your health; take good care of yourself.
Thank you so much Dale…I feel very positive I will be much better soon Inshallah!
What a lovely, bitter-sweet poem, dear Karima. Very evocative imagery that I can picture, maybe even hear in my mind. 🍂
All the best for you. (hugs you very softly)
Thanks so much Joey..soon I hope to be on the other side of this and swimming like a fish:)
Beautiful words, perfectly crafted. God bless you with better health, dear one.
Hugs Linda thank you so much…I’m on new meds and I’m doing better…inshallah better & better 🙏
Karima, I love how this last leaf is not afraid to fall, but is simply waiting for the right moment to rejoin its family and become something new.
~David
Thank you so much David. I appreciate your comment very much.