THE BROKEN BRANCH
SONNET NO 96
The branch was almost severed from it’s tree,
How long it hung there was hard to tell,
Maybe forest creatures who close by dwell,
Can help solve this natures small mystery.
Some sap still runs for leaves still cling weakly,
Although most of them much too early fell
From the struggling limb, maybe frost did quell
Life, but bare twigs enhanced other beauty,
Red, yellow and silvered leaves did I see,
It seemed to be saying that all is well,
Write poems, paint pictures to give or sell,
Try to guess how long before I fall free.
I wandered past on a cold winter’s day
It still hung encased in ice on display.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 22 September 2004