Lone Vigil
Oak leaf clinging firmly to its branch
as winter winds swirl about it
wonders when spring will arrive,
when those first buds of green
will finally end
its long vigil,
its patient
waiting
done.
This nonet is my response to the prompt for Waiting for a poem,
from Sarah at dVerse, which is to write a poem about waiting.
Image source: pxhere.com
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I love this leaf and its ‘long vigil.’
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Thank you, Linda. I think about this when I see the holdover leaves on my white oak waiting for their spring replacements.
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This is well written Ken . A fascinating form of waiting. Waiting on the seasons to change requires patience.
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In this case, a lifetime. Thanks, Rob.
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or waiting for the march winds for release – I like your take on this prompt
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Thank you, Laura.
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The shape is reminiscent of a leaf, which is lovely. The end of the wait is a double-edged sword, I guess – relief, but also death.
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And welcoming the new! Thank you, Sarah.
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Well done, Sir.
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I find the resilience of those oak leaves waiting for the green buds to arrive so admirable… like a grandfather leaving way for a toddler
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Yes! Thank you.
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The waiting in winter for spring can seem very long.
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So lonnggg… 🙂
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What a yearning I feel in this.
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Thank you.
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Very welcome
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Summer is fading away here and fall is arriving. My mind doesn’t want to think of winter and spring seems so far away. But, like that leaf after a harsh winter I cling to the promises of spring.
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We’re entering my favorite season, autumn. I’ll hang on to that as long as I can.
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I often wonder how some leaves manage to hang on all winter. But trees have many secrets. (K)
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That they do. I’m sure they share them with the birds. They would be fine keepers, sharing only a portion of it in their song.
Thank you, Kerfe.
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I’m always fascinated by that one leaf hanging, waiting. Nicely done, Ken.
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Thank you, Merril. Perhaps they’re sentinels, tasked with witnessing the order of the seasons and the arrival of the next generation.
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Ah–that could be!
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What a lovely nonet!
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