Alone, by Aaron Speca (posted with permission)



Summer is my day, winter is my night
My days have been countless
The seeds form on my branches
And I nurture them, protecting them but …
Eventually they all fall
Some leap off before they are ready
Some are torn away by a harsh maelstrom
But the rest I have to shake off myself
They all vanish into the tall weeds
And I must wait until tomorrow
To see if any of them re-emerge
So I will no longer be




Image credit: Lone Tree: hotblack at (used under license)

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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One Response to Alone, by Aaron Speca (posted with permission)

  1. Aaron Speca says:

    Thank you for the opportunity to share!

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