The Leaf

Consider –
the weight of a leaf
the burden it must carry
the work of a leaf

Leaf hanging from the branch
cooling, feeding, breathing.
Beauty as it rises to the sun
greeting bird and breeze.

Spring bud
hope of world
soon fades and releases itself
from the burdens of the tree.

Giving itself to the wind
and ground.
In death it carpets the forest and begins the work
of building soil
and holding water.

Eternal leaf, ever reborn
ever dying
ever creating
ever on the wind.

Such is the burden of a leaf.

Till next week,

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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22 Responses to The Leaf

  1. A really lovely piece, Andrew! Well done.


  2. Christy B says:

    I love this take on the leaf in the midst of the autumn season. But poor, poor leaf…


  3. edenszy says:

    I’m liking the enjambment in this!


  4. A life fulfilled. Never the worry that they’ve wasted their time.


  5. artseafartsea says:

    Another winner. Make one think about life and death.


  6. A fine departure from your recently short posts.


  7. And don’t forget their crunchy sound what we walk in them. ‘Love that!


  8. jfwknifton says:

    They do a lot, leaves. I’d never thought about it until I read this. Thanks a lot.


  9. lorieb says:

    beautiful words and perfect timing. I am just reading this before I head out to rake/blow leaves from my lawn onto my garden


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