Old Leaf
Caught on the fence
Like a leaf in the gale.
There’s no going forward
I’m snagged in full sail.
From soft sunny bough
To cold jagged steel.
My path indirect
With frequent ordeals.
From April to Autumn
The seasons were spent.
Just hanging around
To my sad lament.
Now withered and tattered
I twist in the wind.
With winter upon me
And no time to mend.
