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Oh to enjoy the simple things with those that we love...

posted by FormerStudentIntern on November 23, 2009 at 3:51 PM | link to this | reply

Sinome, I marvel at that one golden leaf or crimson leaf when they come
tumbling to the ground as the final "survivors".....they have held on and done well.. it reminds me of that passage in "Bambi" where the last leaves are about to fall and wonder what awaits them....your poem is even more poignant than that little passage....

posted by Rumor on November 23, 2009 at 3:03 PM | link to this | reply

Now I am feeling guilty for I look for the leaf to put in my flower beds, right down to the last one! But, not I have another viewpoint and this is more precious! I am doing sort of okay! I have battled a severe migraine that awakens me in the night! Eight straight days now! Brother, where is the relief! How are you healing? Love you! sammie xoxoxoxo

posted by sam444 on November 23, 2009 at 10:32 AM | link to this | reply

Lovely
it reminded me of that shot in American Beauty where the empty packet drifts through the trees. Not natural I know but beautiful none the less

posted by malcolm on November 23, 2009 at 5:41 AM | link to this | reply

So beautiful and
exactly what I needed this morning.  The beauty of life and the beauty of transition and the beauty of those things left behind to bring us wonderful memories.

posted by skye08 on November 23, 2009 at 3:19 AM | link to this | reply

The beauty and mystery of just one leaf is a special joy.

posted by TAPS. on November 22, 2009 at 9:12 PM | link to this | reply

Such soulful beauty in the falling of a leaf Sinome. Simply breathtaking.

posted by shobana on November 22, 2009 at 8:45 PM | link to this | reply

posted by RomaKay on November 22, 2009 at 8:30 PM | link to this | reply

Sinome, this is simply amazing!

What a lovely thought! The leaf, when it detaches itself from the branch does not even so much as leave a scar. That is attaining to maturity, attaining to culmination, to death without complaint, and yet the leaf separated has an elegance as you have likened it to its own life after death. A most beautiful teaching for man to learn from. Yet again you swell my heart  xoxoxo:)

posted by anib on November 22, 2009 at 8:13 PM | link to this | reply

It is wonderful to share such moments with the beloved.
I collected some of our lovely leaves and dried them and Wiley laminated them to keep

posted by Kabu on November 22, 2009 at 8:00 PM | link to this | reply

Simone
A poem of autumnal serenity...

posted by Nautikos on November 22, 2009 at 7:49 PM | link to this | reply

Simple beauty...for a beautiful heart like yours "floating on a leaf", I love this Sinome. Embracing the little things is what it's all about.

posted by yellowrose55 on November 22, 2009 at 6:38 PM | link to this | reply