Elena
I watched a leaf fall from the birch.
It was brown and wispy,
discarded like old skin.
I felt somber,
empty.
Soon, a green bud took its place
and a leaf grew
and it fell from the birch again.
I felt relief,
Joy.
I can’t wait to watch it again.
2022
written by Kolina Cicero
poem printed on cream clay with black ceramic ink. unglazed. measures about 6"x9".
