Firmly attached
in the heat of summer,
a solitary leaf
releases its hold
on the branch that
sustained it.
It glides down,
its journey at an end,
as it joins other
weary travelers.
This gift
of nature’s creation
makes room
for its successor,
to follow
when the cycle of life
is renewed.


© Susan Schoeffield 2011



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    Poetry

    For me, there's no more rewarding form of writing than poetry.  I love creating characters and storylines, but the challenge of painting a landscape in a smaller setting of words puts me in closer touch with where I've come from and who I am.  While not always positive or flattering, the poems define the person beneath the mask.  The earlier dated posts on this page are incorporated from two previous websites.   

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