Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Presentiment

I am still as an autumn tree
In which there is no wind,
No breath of movement -- yet
There on a top branch,
For no cause I can see,
A single leaf oscillates
Violently.

To what thin melody
Does it dance?
What lost note vibrates
In me?
From the past or the future?
Memory
Or Presentiment?

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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