“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

11.17.2011

leaving


yesterday morning it was a bright yellow heart
still beating
in the emptiness of the catawba tree.

the
last
leaf
.
still  there
breathlessly
swaying.
letting
go
.
but still there.
in the bright november sun.

and then not.

i'd meant to take a picture, you know,
but there was a phone call and lateness and a dead battery
and rushing and wind and i 
forgot
and it was somewhere in the middle of all that it
fell.
fell, i'm sure, with its arms open wide to the journey down.

gone, i thought.
the wind, i thought.  

but no.  
the earth found it, sheltered it. 
one last gift before winter.
one last lesson.
then fly-away
fly-away
fly-away
home.

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10 comments:

  1. those hearts, they are everywhere these days. it WAS a gift.

    and i love the shape of these words, that almost heart or almost leaf...

    fluttering gently to the ground.

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  2. And how what we seek to memorialize (hold?) flutters on to its next phase irrespective of our good intentions. Once last glance of the beauty & fly away home.

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  3. so beautiful. this, your weblog, you.

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  4. Beautiful photo and words. I've been lamenting the fall of my leaves too. They were especially lovely this year, or maybe I just appreciate them more. I don't mind so much when the fall gracefully, tinkling to the ground. It's the storms that strip the trees bare that are hardest to watch. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. fly away home, yet to never roam again. but they will return again in the spring in a new form of green. we can live with anticipation.

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  6. So beautiful. The dead battery played a part in my life the other day too! :-)

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  7. let's hear it for the earth. and for an adorable, creative, observant woman who deals with things like car batteries and alarm clocks, but doesn't let the worldly things get in the way of earthly things.

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  8. Arms open wide to the journey down.
    So beautiful.

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