17 August 2012

...windswept small, dry leaves












©fourteenth








Thursday evening

Walking uphill
whirling circles
of windswept small, dry leaves
at my feet















3 comments:

  1. always, at the beginning of autumn, i feel a longing to become a small, dry leaf and be carried by the wind ... this isn't a wish for death, i think, but rather a desire for transformation ...

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  2. It is as if the leaves are ghosts racing since they are no longer tethered.

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  3. incredible, isn't it, these simple things? somehow they are monumental.

    xo
    erin

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