Lessons Learned at Last (sonnet)

As leaves now dry release their grip and fall
From long-lived trees that form Elmwood Park’s wall
Against the city’s growth and stifling sound,
Each fallen stem leaves smooth bark, not a wound.
Just so do feathers gently fall from birds
That molt each year, whose beauty’s undisturbed;
Change comes thus to each natural entity:
Each releasing the old without enmity.
And so to this long age we two come now,
Both having learned what we once did not know:
Not those who love us, but those who reject
Us shape us into what we must protect.
So finally, we open and release
Those who despise us, thus achieving peace.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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