The first red leaf


When the first leaf turns red in Autumn,
Is it a weakling
By succumbing too early to the elements,
Or is it being brave by daring to be different,
Knowing others will follow?
On the other hand,
Of the last leaf faithfully clinging to the twig in the face of Winter,
Is it  being stubborn
By holding on to the past, though lonely and abandoned,
Or is it being strong
By standing when others have fallen?


Published by fuzz

I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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