975 A Willow Leaf’s Destiny 03-19-2021

An early Easter-Sunday-Mornings soft breath

ruffles the mirrored-surface of Lake Junaluska.

On the shoreline,

weeping willow branches shimmer in the breeze.

A solitary leaf falls to the water,

floats there, alone,

precisely where Providence placed it.

From there to surf the slow current

down to its resting place

on the bottom of the lake.

Its gradual turning to tannin

fulfilling whatever fate a willow leaf can claim.

The browning water flowing

to a far away sea.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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