Bare branches, the buds they open softly
Spring out, bright green, shiny, in the light
Rustle in the wind in the woods at night
Sparkle in the sun for man and beast
Dapple the clearing for the morning feast
I am hidden beneath the forest canopy
Sit together beside the gnarled oak tree
Leaves now swaying in the wind & rain
Alive on this earth in cool Summer again
The birds perch on stretching arms above
I listen to their many songs of love
The days grow short, I’m feeling cold
I’ve drunk this wine, now growing old
Losing colour, rusty yellow, browned
It’s time to sleep; I fall to the ground
I hear the requiem for me and my friend
Are gathered quiet, waiting for the end
Be still; leaves, now resting on the earth
©Christopher 2023
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A poignant journey of the cycle of life of a leaf from when it first sprouts to when it falls.
The passage of time in the changing seasons is vivid as the tempo slows gradually as its life draws to a close.
We don’t know if the dead can hear their last rites but this leaf does, reassuringly. Death is nothing to be afraid of, it seems to say.
Life begins, life ends and life goes on in an unending cycle.
A beautiful piece, compact and visual.
Comment by Antoinette Scott on 30 July, 2024 at 6:53 pm