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The Branch With Two Red Leaves
by Karen Hecht Springer → (All Poetry by Karen Hecht Springer)
Wednesday, August 12, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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You don't get over grief, you get through it. You learn to live with it, but it never leaves you.
The Branch with Two Red Leaves By: Karen Hecht Springer August 12, 2020 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Amongst the green of woods and brush and bramble Lies a branch with two red leaves. Illuminated against a backlit sky It waits and assumes nothing. A screeching owl descends An impossible wingspan to outmatch its prey. But he hits and misses And the squirrel scurries off. Bent but not unbowed Is the branch with two red leaves. I marvel at its strength And wonder why it stays True to time and season And the bluejays love it so. As I try to find you near me I like to think you’re there In the thorny resilience Of the branch with two red leaves. Perhaps someday we’ll understand Why you left us all so soon. But until the day we meet again I’ll see you in the branch with two red leaves.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 8, 2020

Wow! I wish I had written this; actually I feel as though I have... ...so similarily. I am not sure why but your verses speak to me as an echo, as though I'd written them myself. Most engaging and meaningful, Karen. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,

Regis. 🌺💛🍁

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 14, 2020

Those leaves seem to be out of season, but they are like your memory of loss. It does not change with the season, but is a considered reminder in the landscape of your thoughts.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on August 12, 2020

I feel you are lamenting the loss of a loved one in this, but there is an element of mystery too that keeps the reader wondering what the writers true intent may be. There are many ways to use leaves symbolically. You've done that effectively here. And you're right. You don't get over grief. It becomes a part of you. It can also be a powerful motivator for a poet. It certainly has been for me over the years. You did well. Thank you for sharing. rlc

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

very well said