Thump! A branch fell from the maple beside the deck. It struck the lawn a foot away from the fire pit. One whole branch broke into three pieces and several shards of bark.
There were no leaves on the branch. Black rot exude throughout, and from the stump that remained from where it once grew out of the trunk. The rest of the tree thrives, even with the blight that she has endured for years.
There is a lesson here.
surrendering
what no longer serves is
true survival
“Everything I let go of
had claw marks on it”
for COLLEENโS 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 188, #THEMEPROMPT
and Poets and Storytellers United’s Writers’ Pantry #31: Here comes August!
Frank J. Tassone 
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