Rain leaches amber pigment from cells
and decomposes leaves, until
only their ghost-shapes pattern the pavement.
The Plane tree arches above them,
these images like family photos.
By next Spring, there will be nothing
for new leaf buds to see.
Only the tree will remember.
Written for IGWRT's
We wonder what happens when we die. This is as good a metaphor as any. Perhaps only the trees do remember.
ReplyDeletelike family photos, lovely thought.
ReplyDeleteNature is most profound and miraculous!!! :))
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful...to think of leaves as family photos...so creative
ReplyDelete"Only the tree will remember....." so beautiful, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteI love the message in the last 3 lines ~ Have a good weekend Jinksy ~
ReplyDeleteNothing that matters to me matters to anyone else in the same manner. We feel each others pain, but in the end all we have is our own memories, memories that we remember more solidly than anyone else will. Not sure if this was totally what this was about, abut it made me sad and nostalgic at the same time and started me thinking about my long gone leaves and f
ReplyDeleteThe fact that sooner or later the budding will come to an end....great thought process and superb write. Thanks.
You turned melancholy into hope again and a fresh start on the horizon. Yes?
ReplyDeleteAn especially beautiful first stanza. k.
ReplyDeleteWow. The tree will remember, and will tell the leaves. Fabulous, Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteK
This is gorgeous - a memento mori, and a wonderful lyric for season's change.
ReplyDeleteWow, We are the leaves and the tree proves life goes on.
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