Showing posts with label Leaves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leaves. Show all posts

Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Remains of the Day


Thank you for your service....
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Callery Pear Tree Leaves, November 24 2016

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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Fall Day

Off to school with sharpened promises.
Seeking a simple space reserved for me.
Oh how I wished and waited, loved and prayed.
May I have a pleasant dream, a morning full of breezes?
Now and then a glance my way, shooting light through a hidden shard.
How I wanted to pursue you--
Where was that spark inside my soul,
Whispering through the painted leaves--
“I love you”
“You can count on me”

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Saturday, December 8, 2012

Late in the dead afternoon I crawled
Up the boulder bunched against a foothill.
I don’t remember why, not now.
I remember the achy feeling though,
And the shallow, predictable demise of it all,
After those compass-free days,

What buried treasure touched the fire,
What silky agent pierced the boundary line?
The narrow roadway, white and chalked,
Hemming the highland summer meadow,
Could I forget those stars, however misaligned?

Would I delete that edgeless, radiant, holographic night;
Could I forget you, and would I live a single day?

Could I forget you

Friday, March 9, 2012

Winter Leaves Bid Farewell

The last winter leaves are letting go and falling softly away.  Take a happy look at these that remain to brighten the final days before spring explodes upon us.

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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Pullling Apart and Torn Away

One night among the stars
I saw you coming,
But Asteroid arrived
and pulled you from me.
Of course I cannot follow,
I have an orbit of my own.

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Monday, March 28, 2011

Burnished Gold and a Puddle

It’s close to spring; I see it in my window box.
The early morning sun creeps north, thawing at the columbine roots.
We do not give life up easily.
Some say Eros was the son of Iris by the West Wind.
A wanton child he was, torching hearts at random with his burning golden arrows. 
Some say it was the gold that did it.
I came across a small pool residing in a sidewalk
 (Temporarily, of course)
A few fall leaves still shelter there,
Wet and warm with burnished gold.

puddle with burnished golden leaves

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A February Fence

I had a day with so many disparate activities to do, one after the other.  None of them involved going to a park or even a mudpuddle.  I did take a taxi and a bus and a train and a purposeful walk.  Somehow, it's just not the same. 

Did I accomplish something?  What an unusual question. 

I know who accomplished something, and it's whoever made it over this fence, that's who!
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Saturday, November 14, 2009

LEAF CATCHING TEAM


Those crafty leaves are falling willy-nilly, and very few have actually been caught.  We have found it necessary, therefore, to  recruite a team of professionals

cherry trees in fall

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Fall Leaves Playing in a Mud Puddle

There’s something about a mud-puddle. They fascinate me, since they appear to be immortal. People pile on the dirt and sod, the gravel and the asphalt. Laying in wait, however, is the soul of a puddle. Who could resist a swim in a puddle? Not a sparrow, not a puppy, not a leaf.

puddle leaves

Monday, November 9, 2009

Leaf Chasing

There is nothing in this world more exhilarating. It looks easy, say they! It looks dull! It will be boring, and there will be no PBS special! Oh, but these sooth-sayers haven’t tried it lately.

Your mission for today: To chase a leaf.

1. Locate a place of falling leaves, preferably with an occasional breeze.

2. Begin the chase.


Your goal is to chase, not to catch! Those dainty leaves are wiley.
Magnificent leaves and bows

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Fall Buffle Heads

There are times when I cannot maneuver anymore and can’t think what to do. It comes and goes, thank goodness. I have an old friend. Time goes by without a word, then bang! There we are, back in the youth of memory. So what I do is pause.
Fall is a time for the beauty of transition.  It flares and sparks and smolders away-- quietly, slowly, leaf by leaf.

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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Mission for today: Green Leaf

Ok, do this for me.  Go outside (if possible) and pick or find a nice green leaf.  A blade of grass or a weed or a green twig will do, if need be.  Ask first, as plants are sensitive.

Crumple and crunch up the leaf, or surrogate. 

Now smell deeply of the aroma of green. 

There is no way else to describe it.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Fallen Summer Leaf

I found another leaf, and I refer to my Tree Field Guide for the Metropolitan Area. This probably isn’t a tricky leaf for an experienced leaf-ologist, but I have my guide and I look carefully.

chapter:  Leaves alternately arranged, simple, lobed: Group 13.

I find a similarly shaped leaf. “Alternate, oval or oblong 2 1/2 to 5 inch leaves [check], with 11 or more shallow to deep triangular or oblong lobes [check, 14 lobes, Check, triangular]. Central main vein [check] with secondary veins extending to lobe tips [check!]; lustrous, dark green above, downy below.

Lustrous, Downey, Oh yes. Check!
I have a tiny remnant of a Turkey Oak. Here's a picture. It's of an amber one, since today it is fall.

amber oak leaf cropped