Call Me A Leaf
Every fall I take notice of the leaves. They become so vibrant just before they take the flight on the blustering wind express. Eventually they become settled in and wither or whirl away.
I look at life just as I look at a leaf. Look closely at their veins. They have so many paths and patterns, like our many journeys they connect to others. But all the lines eventually come to an end. In the end there is splendid color in the preparation to “fall”. I believe our spirits do the same.
Recently I’ve noticed the imprint of fallen leaves on the cement paths of downtown. Shadows, so beautiful, where they were alone or were connected, then whirled away by a blower or breeze. Even after the leaf was gone the shadow remained.
Spring comes again for another chance at life, just like our journey if you believe in such things.
Enjoy this beautiful time, be peaceful in your winter slumber and look forward to awakening in the spring, anew!
~Submitted and Written By: Josie Leahy-Brooks
Very interesting view on things...Josie, I didn't know you were a writer.
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