Swaying Oak Trees

A poem for the ones who need a little bit of strength

Megan Minutillo

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Photo by Adarsh Kummur on Unsplash

The wind howls outside our windows,
and in the distance,
I can see the branches of the oak trees
waving back and forth.

Left and right and left and right,
swaying with the wind
and stretching with the snow
and making my stomach drop
for fear…

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Megan Minutillo

Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.