to weave a soft place

If only my falling
were graceful as these
delicate leaves
leaving the stability
of their trusted trees

But I fall,
I’m afraid,
quite clumsily

Though with age
I am learning to trade
the plummet for the glide
as I reach inside
for shadows with which
to weave a soft place to land.

~Cheryl Anne

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