Cacophanous the calls that broke
into silence, scattered thoughts
summoned back to barracks as soldiers
to the bugle, re-assembled
freshly conscious of the place again
denuded Dogwoods on the water margins
a few leaves still hinged, mono winged
yet destined to depart, to make an airborne leap
even the beat of multiple pinions
goose-feathered and heading down river
could not shake this lassitude of leaf

First poem of the New Year reflecting a state of mind and body as I linger on the verge of decisions…and my first offering for the Poetry Pantry of 2019