I was taking my usual walk
when I noticed a fallen leaf on the grassy path ahead.
I couldn't help but feel a pinch of pity
wondering if this leaf knew that it was dying.
I paused
waiting for the rise and fall
a faint pulse
but the leaf remained motionless
staring into the dappled underbelly of a former life.
Could it see the flitting birds above
whose cares blended well with green?
And what of the greedy squirrels
dropping acorns as they ran
the soft thuds of a midwinter snack
was it jealous of them?
I remained still
pondering this gentle slip of gold
wishing it would somehow rage against the inevitable
maybe catch a swift breeze
ride it higher than blue.
While wondering about all these things
I respectfully snapped a photo.
Upon viewing the simple image...
I realized
that I knew this leaf very well.
17 comments:
Thank you Rubye, and Happy New Year!
Glad that you enjoyed it Marie.
I know that leaf too, my dear Leah. I know that leaf very well.
Indeed sweet Debra;) I really enjoyed our conversation on the 8th. Good things are coming.
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I think we all know this leaf, and not at all. Nice imagery here.
Yes. Stephen...very well. Thanks;)
Wonderful, Leah, simply lovely!
Thank you, Martha;)
Dear, precious Leah. You are such a sweet, sensitive, conscious soul. This is so pure and gentle & I love you.
Very beautiful, Leah...you make even the simple, everyday events into moments of beauty.
Julia. I love how you love me;)
Thank you Cheryl. That's probably the nicest compliment a writer can receive.
When I visit your world here, I greet a kindred soul, always. It isn't very common for any of us to read someone's work that speaks our thoughts that we would write in a similar fashion, but quite often, I find that here. This is not to say we're identical in writing style, or in our uniquely human thoughts, of course! I just always find myself taking an extra moment to appreciate someone dear and close to me who also speaks the language of my heart.
Much love to you, my Leah! <3
- Dawnie
Yes my dear Dawnie, we speak the same language. Our words often originate from our souls rather than our heads. I love you and your wordy magic my sister. Thank you for being here today with me.
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