One autumn leaf (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 16 Oct 2012
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9 comments
 

She picked a leaf up off the ground,
yellowy-brown, but crispy dry,
‘A treasure to keep by’,
she said.

She showed it to me, shared it with me,
we looked together, traced the lines,
and turned it over,
‘It’s like a feather’,
she said.

‘Now when this leaf was on the tree,
green, alive, those lines you see
– roads, and side-roads linking over,
carried round the food and water’,
I said.

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is lovely, Rhiannon. Perfect for the I.P.;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you, Tina. Lovely to share interest and pleasure in little details with a child sometimes! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by thanksforthepar... on
This poem conveys that pleasure in little details really well. I found myself re-reading it and savouring the images. It felt quite phillosophical, as though there are deeper layers in there too....which is what good poetry does. Well done.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
marionwozere, Thank you for your comment, and I am glad you enjoyed this little captured scene. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
And thank you, too, Bear, and glad you too got pleasure from it. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Rhiannon, this is definitely one of natures treasure troves. And I'm so glad I found and read it. Very much enjoyed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
It did me good to savour the little incident. Glad you enjoyed it Jenny, thanks for telling me. regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Rhiannon

This lovely little poem reminded me of my sister in her last full autumn of life. She had just been diagnosed with mesothelioma, and knew that she hadn't very long to live. So she collected the pretty gold and red leaves from the oak trees in her yard and pressed them, and said she needed to save them as she would never again be able to see them in those fine colours.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thank you for sharing that, Jean. At such a time it must be good if the details of life are more noticed again, and pleasure in the small beautiful things that can still be appreciated, and the enjoyable moments. Rhiannon