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.
Loved this post! It's all about perspective, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful 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
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeletevery nice verse...the sun will come again...supposed to be 75 here on friday...yay
ReplyDeleteTabor, thank you - missing you...
ReplyDeleteoh, you are so right.
ReplyDeleteperspective.
Energy dances... I like that.
ReplyDeleteBeing open and endurance is life's blood for sure!!
ReplyDeleteLove the pic.
Hugs
SueAnn
Magnificent!
ReplyDelete"to hold hands bravely
ReplyDeletein 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!
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.
ReplyDeleteEven winter needs some colour.