“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

10.05.2009

Catching leaves as they fall

There is a spot in my yard where the tulip tree grows
and
it has bloomed again;
twice this year,
a special gift,
an extra goodbye to summer,
a hello to fall.
The blooms are catching leaves as they fall.

How lucky to be a leaf.

I wish I were drifting down in the autumn air,
finding my way into the waiting arms
of a white and pink flower,
raindrops for dinner,
a bed for the winter.

What dreams I would have.

When at last my flower fell,
we would fall as one,
together.
Softly.
softly

10 comments:

  1. How beautiful both the pic and the poem.

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  2. i could picture it all, so so lovely.

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  3. you are a poet, with words that come from deep, in your beautiful soul.

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  4. mmmmmmmm... you just made me feel like that leaf - all floaty...

    :-)

    Gracias, mi amor!

    (((hugs)))!

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  5. gorgeiouso!!!! loved this thank you xo

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  6. Lucky for the leaf, but even luckier for me that I have he privilege of being a regular visitor courtesy YOU to Lindsey Lane.
    Lucky me!

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  7. How lucky to be a leaf.

    I so love that.

    What a beautiful string of words, this poem.

    xo

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  8. i'm so glad to be back reading your blog . this one welcomed me back into your magical world. oh such beauty in your words

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  9. sigh




    and another contented sigh.

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