Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Death By Any Other Name


Called 'dead leaf retention'
by those who spend their lives
naming things and processes.

But for me,
I see it as the gentle open
palm revealing the past year's
life lines and energy dances
in the summer wind.

I see it as the refusal
to leave that last curtain call
instead to hold hands bravely
in the sun's spotlight
even though the applause has ended
and the fans have long gone home.





11 comments:

Bossy Betty said...

Loved this post! It's all about perspective, isn't it?

Linda said...

Beautiful insights, Tabor. Steven had a similar post today and I noticed the spring buds on the other branches of his tree. I think I was seeing some buds on the tree here as well. It's 4 am for that trio of leaves and the bar i think, should be closing soon. But don't they look so full of themselves, hanging strong through the course of this entire winter? Memories of sunny summer days. =D

TSannie said...

Nicely done!

Brian Miller said...

very nice verse...the sun will come again...supposed to be 75 here on friday...yay

One Woman's Journey said...

Tabor, thank you - missing you...

deb colarossi said...

oh, you are so right.
perspective.

Peruby said...

Energy dances... I like that.

slommler said...

Being open and endurance is life's blood for sure!!
Love the pic.
Hugs
SueAnn

Granny Annie said...

Magnificent!

Pauline said...

"to hold hands bravely
in the sun's spotlight
even though the applause has ended
and the fans have long gone home"

one of the most touching praises for things past that I've ever read. beautifully put!

Deborah Carr said...

I see nothing wrong with clinging to that which brought us life and colour and verve. I love how the beech leaf calls out to me when I'm passing along my snowclad trails.

Even winter needs some colour.