Fears of Faith
Some leaves in winter dangle on
Though wrinkled, fragile, old
Stubborn leaves that flinch on empty trees
Through cruel storms in damning cold
While normal leaves
Fall onto dirt
Rotting nicely into mold
Abandoned leaves must cling
Precarious
Ignored
Ragtag on their fragile strands
They writhe
To hang at risk like fears of faith
With only wisdom’s bough to hold