Autumn’s wings & the love given to a bonsai tree

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Two poems shared on Substack notes

I really do try to be out here rocking my own style. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Autumn’s wings

the chill in the air
is what I live for; the
wind that picks up
moves in the right
direction for me to
glide on it
gracefully.

I walk on Autumn’s
wings, at peace
with the calm that
comes with it.

the love given to a bonsai tree

have you ever pondered the life of a bonsai tree?
contained and pruned regularly to stay alive.
the love it must take to have
someone tend to what you need
at the exact moment you need it
is nothing short of humane.
your livelihood is built around the
caring heart of a human being who
spares time to pour into you
what they may not pour into others.

isn’t that remarkable?
how many of us would thrive in a small container,
shaped and structured to fit our home—safe,
secure, and sturdy throughout many years ahead?

my money’s on not many.

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