Tag / leaves

by Janet

Tree Party

When the zephyr appears,

We flutter and sway,

A waltz in the wind,

An impassioned ballet.

If the squalls should arrive,

We’ll shake, and we’ll sing,

Let loose of the branch,

Square dance in a ring.

The birds will take part,

Building homes for the new,

Whistling with joy,

Loving chirps, or a coo.

It’s a party, my friend,

Nature offers with glee,

Come join, all are welcome,

Better yet… it is free!

The image is another recycled photo; our Ginkgo. That tree is huge, and it just keeps growing, and growing…

Anyway, I was working on it last night and this afternoon, and was tickled when I saw the Word of the Day Challenge: Zephyr. How fitting!

Not to bring up the elephant in the room, but my walking came to a halt—just for this week. In case anyone is curious. It’s been pretty hot, like in the high 90’s, so I took a little break. We put up a little pool in the backyard, to soak our feet in, and watching the birds play inspired the poem.

That’s about all for now. Peace & Love!
—Janet

Leaf Art
by Janet

Hanging On

I watched little leaves, 
Drifting in the wind.
Spinning, twirling, floating.
Landing ever so softly,
On the ground beneath my feet.

On the branch above,
One was still hanging on.
Quivering in the breeze.

And I wondered…
Was it shaking from fear,
Afraid to let go?
Or was it fighting to break free,
Hoping to fly?

And I wondered…
If that were me,
What would I do?
Would I play it safe,
And hang on to what I know?
Or would I take a risk,
And fight to break free?

Their journey,
However beautiful,
Was too brief. 
A landing was imminent,
Leading to death and decay.
And never again,
Could they return to the tree.

Then a gust swept through.
And the leaves took flight again,
Spinning, twirling, floating,
Drifting up to the sky.

And then I knew…
Which I would choose.

So this is what happens when you have quarantine time on your hands and you use that time to go for a walk. Ha! I really DID watch a couple of leaves drift in the wind, and I thought about those leaves (and this poem) for the remainder of my walk. The image is not from my walk, but it IS mine; made today…especially for this poem.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
—Janet

Walk Stats: 3.39 Miles / 1 Hour, 11 Minutes / 7,923 Steps