Defy, decay

Defy, decay

I often wonder

About the last leaf on the tree

And whether there is a leaf

That refuses to wither

To decay, to die

To remain as soft

Lissome, and lithe

As the day it first grew

On the tree

And not just a memory

Of a memory

That we hold

In a photograph

Of a love

In the first bloom of spring

And days of light

And sun without end

Long lost

But not forgotten

Just distanced

By time, by life

That we can never touch

But refuses to die

Like that leaf

On the tree


Nicholas O’Farrell 2022

◄ Wise words



Sat 26th Nov 2022 23:54

Thank you Hélène and Uilleam for your kind comments - my writing process is simple; I write and post my poems in less than an hour; so what I gain in spontaneity, I lose in structure and craft - it works for me and I’m happy to write that way 😉

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 26th Nov 2022 19:55

Thanks ,nicely put.

Strange how in Autumn, a season of death, great beauty is found.

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Fri 25th Nov 2022 16:47

Lovely, thanks for sharing.

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