Violent Elements Poem by Daisy Lyne Thakerby

She sheds her hopes
like leaves in fall.
The accusing wind
rips them from her soul.
A barren tree is left
drooping and alone.
Cold wet flakes
take the place of
once dropping puddles.
A reminder of how
the seasons must
always change and abandon.
She never knew
how violent the
elements of life
could be. In the
blink of an eye,
she could be uprooted,
tossed about
and dropped to the ground
with a resounding
THUD.