The Seasons, The Tree, The Client and The Coach
Tracy Sinclair2023-05-06T04:54:16+01:00A Beginning to an Ending And then I remember, the tree is shedding her wondrous cloak of many colours So she can conserve her energy, go inwards for some quiet contemplation To then come back and say ‘hello’ later through tiny buds with much potential and growth And joy to come again - new leaves, new buds, pretty blossoms and juicy fruits Yes, indeed, as the leaves fall, it is truly bittersweet An extract from the poem ‘As the Leaves Fall’ by Gillian Gabriel, 2022 As I walked by I called out, 'Good morning Cherry!' Reader, meet Cherry… Cherry, meet ...