We call it…
hugs n’ blessings to all those busily using rakes ahead of the shovels!
Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
Margaret Postgate Cole, November 1915
dancing through my head…
I stand on the brink, on the edge of myself.
And wonder at all that is beyond me.
I am jealous of the ocean and the sky
that do not seem to end.
Of the universe itself that holds so much immensity.
I seek to comprehend all knowledge, and I cannot even know of all that has been written. Continue reading “in awe, of you.”
Leaf Me Alone!
A Leaf Poem, by Oma
Hello whispy, crunchy, conical friend I found today!
I see your autumn leftover beauty,
I am mesmerized by your dancing whimsy,
and wait with baited breath for you to toss in the breeze, yet again.
For then I will chase after you,
and keep time with your step!
Yes, reaching to touch you,
my frolicking friend. Continue reading “Leaf me alone!”