Red Thread
A little red thread
caught in a tree
how it hangs
never free
It longs to be loose
flutters in the breeze
struggling in vain
trapped with ease
A lively red against
lonely cold Winter
forsaken perhaps
by an old spinster
The lost red thread
stuck on a limb
plucked off of
clothing's trim
Wind's chill breath
catches its tail
plucks it up
away it sails
See how it flies
when strength's lack
soaring away
never looking back
Vanishes in the sky
blue swallows red
lost to the eyes
drifting little thread
Free in the world
flying without care
then it'll become
threadbare
And fall to earth
as all things must
make its grave
turn to dust
Gentle be its death
peace its end
as it lies down
life spent
How I see it hang
soon to be dead
on a tree branch
that poor lost thread.
caught in a tree
how it hangs
never free
It longs to be loose
flutters in the breeze
struggling in vain
trapped with ease
A lively red against
lonely cold Winter
forsaken perhaps
by an old spinster
The lost red thread
stuck on a limb
plucked off of
clothing's trim
Wind's chill breath
catches its tail
plucks it up
away it sails
See how it flies
when strength's lack
soaring away
never looking back
Vanishes in the sky
blue swallows red
lost to the eyes
drifting little thread
Free in the world
flying without care
then it'll become
threadbare
And fall to earth
as all things must
make its grave
turn to dust
Gentle be its death
peace its end
as it lies down
life spent
How I see it hang
soon to be dead
on a tree branch
that poor lost thread.
6/3/14