
This one is an old but a goody. It seems especially relevant as Fall turns to winter.
HOPE TREE
Glorious is the leaf that hangs from the tree.
Even in its death a sight to see.
Exploding in a brilliant dazzling array.
When the sun disappears and the sky turns gray.
But what happens when the cold winds start to blow?
And the lofty leaf loses its golden glow.
From the tree that gave life it falls from grace.
Where on the cold earth its beauty's disgraced.
Mauled and mangled by the traveler's foot.
Browned and blackened into slimy soot.
It becomes nothing more than a fragile shell,
A lonely monument to the life it once held.
On an old tree hunched and scarred by silent pains.
One lone heart shaped leaf is all that remains.
I had dreamed that one day we'd sit under its shade.
And you'd hold me as I carved our initials with a sharpened blade.
In the fall of our love it still stands proud.
So soon to be enveloped in a wintry shroud.
I watch as my heart finally slips to the forbidding ground.
Where in the sky's raining tears, it drowns