On raking autumn leaves
Each leaf a life, accidental
and fallen. Damp-collecting,
for composting or burning.
Recalling summer skies; brushstrokes
for laid-back lovers – grass in their hair,
green against blue, waving gently
from sap-filled willow wands: a kiss –
her moment in time; another life
accidental, and rising now.
I was raking leaves off the lawn this morning and suddenly felt like writing again. It’s been a tough couple of months, but a rest and break over Christmas is now in sight.
In the summer, I sometimes like to lie under the trees and look at the sky through the leaves.
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The life of each life is important, but each comes to an end in autumn…perhaps as it recalls the past glory of summer.
accidental, and rising now.”
Your poetic voice is rising now. . . and not accidentally.
i was going to say i felt this more evocative of summer than winter…but then again in the cold i like to escape to those places as well….i thought the use of accidental was a cool touch, that whole last line is inspired…
Magic of a kiss ~ How I missed summer & autumn in this winter cold ~ Good to see you writing again Matthew ~ Happy holidays ~
This is beautiful–I hope you find a place to refresh your spirit and to rekindle your fires—
Such a short and wonderful piece of poetry!
A lovely and perfect little capture.
“Each leaf a life, accidental…”
This may be straight-forward, but also could be metaphorical. So many places these few words might bring us to.
I really liked this.
This is beautiful: simple, yet very deep, capturing an everyday moment and raising it to something exemplary.
beautiful, a little dance
It’s wonderful when inspiration strikes us, when we think we are in a desert. I’m glad you have felt the call of the muse. This is a delicate and dancing piece – I loved it.
Yes, one has options! One chooses to do what comes best at that moment. Lazing can well help to reduce stress. Nicely!
I like lying under trees too, listening to their music…