Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here.
Our maple tree has been bare for ages, except for one or two last, lonely leaves. This image makes me think of several things:
- being the last one picked for the team
- how a leaf might try to imitate a bird to bring summer back
- branches reaching out toward the sun
And here’s my first draft.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
PLEASE NOTE: I’m largely off the grid and won’t be able to respond to poems. If I can get Wi-fi, I’ll Like your Comment, and you’ll at least know I’ve read and enjoyed the poem. Have fun!