Hush
.
Speak softly as you pass me by
Tiptoe as you walk beneath my branch
I am deciduously determined to stay the day
Misty drizzle caught and dripped, drop by drop
To the forest floor
.
My beauty, a shade of Autumn
My strength, a single digit
Both fading
Gail Henderson arrived in Angus, from Oxford in 2006. From Doncaster, South Yorkshire originally she still considers herself a Yorkshire Lass. After writing poetry for many years, often lighthearted with a touch of humour, three years ago she joined a creative writing class and now writes short stories as well as poetry of a more serious nature. During lock down of 2021 she discovered an online writing group, The Procrastinators, the group has helped her explore different genres and given her the opportunity of sharing her work.
Whispers and Echoes 
Hanging on tight, as, the rest is falling down, wanting to last, for as long as we can, but, eventually, we must all, let go, and, allow ourselves to, die, so life will, begin, again…
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Yes, our rebirth. Life eternal. Thank you for your comment.
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Love this Gail!
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Thank you for your kind comment Peter.
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Oh, this is beautiful, Gail. I particularly like ‘deciduously determined’. Wonderful poem!
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Thank you Britta. It means a lot to have you say that x
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