No Longer Clinging To A Life Force Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking down from a second story window onto covered parking,
seeing piles of leaves spread across the aluminum roofs, look-
ing brown and black becausre all life has been drained.

No longer clinging to their life force for nourishment, almost
like when women have a baby, the tube is cut, leaving nourish-
ment behind, yet a baby can still be fed formula, breast milk.

Not killing the baby at all, but feeding it as he or she con-
tinues to grow into a child and maturing, growing older, able
to eat regular food.

These leaves lying upon the roofs below just die or are blown
away with the wind or in a storm, never falling to the ground
to nourish and nurture the trees they've fallen from.