What happens to the dead leaves that never let go of the branch?

Lifelessly flapping

pushed by every gust and whisper of wind.

There is a time to let go.

When we don’t then we too – hang lifelessly flapping.

Letting go is a new beginning; a rebirth

we make space for something fresh to emerge.

the dead leaf finally surrenders

dancing gracefully to the ground, blending with the earth’s soil that

nourishes the daffodil seeds

they steadily grow until one day they pop out from the darkness

spreading their yellow petals wide

providing the hopeful contrast to the naked trees leftover from winter