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Sunday, January 12, 2014

A Soft Surrender

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.

19 comments:

Rubye Jack said...

Very nice!

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Rubye, and Happy New Year!

The Loerzels said...

Beautiful!

Leah Griffith said...

Glad that you enjoyed it Marie.

Debra said...

I know that leaf too, my dear Leah. I know that leaf very well.

Leah Griffith said...

Indeed sweet Debra;) I really enjoyed our conversation on the 8th. Good things are coming.

Kathy Grey said...

:]

Kathy Grey said...

:]

Leah Griffith said...

;)

Stephen Hayes said...

I think we all know this leaf, and not at all. Nice imagery here.

Leah Griffith said...

Yes. Stephen...very well. Thanks;)

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Wonderful, Leah, simply lovely!

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you, Martha;)

Julia said...

Dear, precious Leah. You are such a sweet, sensitive, conscious soul. This is so pure and gentle & I love you.

Cheryl said...

Very beautiful, Leah...you make even the simple, everyday events into moments of beauty.

Leah Griffith said...

Julia. I love how you love me;)

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Cheryl. That's probably the nicest compliment a writer can receive.

Healing Morning said...

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

Leah Griffith said...

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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