Susan's Credentials

Thursday, February 1, 2024

imprints

 

ghosts of last fall’s leaves

tattoo the sidewalk

in coffee-colored points and dips

their brilliant colors faded and edges blurred

just a memory of what was

 

the maple may not recognize her shed

marked on the ridged concrete below shadowed branches

 

I pray for the strength to release

what I no longer need

as I weather the seasons