the wind
is so like a secret
heard and not seen
sometimes i feel it
like little fingers
sometimes
like a great soft hand
sometimes it's warm
as grandma's baking
sometimes cold
as the flagstones
on her kitchen floor
in the autumn
it becomes a playground
for the leaves
who dance on the wind's back
and then gather
around my house
like little islands
little islands
of such colourful abundance
of such beautiful decay
i found all these leaves by my front door, swirling and eddying up little invisible vortices.
13 comments:
I love how you look at the world around,I really do! Each of your photos are wondrous,wonderful playground for my imagination,actually they are each a pure little meditation,lovely!
Leks
Oh sorry,I havent forgot your gorgeous words but somehow I go first with the color and visuals,:O)
lovely writing too!
Beautiful imagery, Steven, both verbally and visually. The dance of invisible vortices ... I can't help but must though, that these are the reflections and writing of the non-cyclist in you. I have to assume that Steven the cyclist would have stronger language than "little fingers" and "great soft hand" to describe what is alternately our most bitterly cursed enemy and our least thanked friend out on the road and bike paths.
I really like that both the warm wind and the cold wind are connected with grandma. Dynamic life, variegated, like the colors of these leaves.
Beautiful, Steven. I love how the leaves will go back to the Earth to nourish the next round of growth.
thankyou very much aleks! i feel very fortunate to be able to see, experience, and share the simple beauties that are available here. steven
lorenzo - thankyou - for the compliment and for the insightful observations about my relationship with the wind as a cyclist! it is a sad truth that some features of nature run antithetic to the experiencing of pleasure on a bicycle. wind would be well up there!!! steven
ruth - those memories of my grandma are very real and each carry that tickle of magic that goes with essential goodness. steven
Beautiful thoughts and images captured for a brief moment in time. Although sharing them here in your blog does prolong their life in a way. Thank you.
golden west - the leaves here are well on their way to doing just that. yesterday snow lay on the ground and the leaves have reached that state of fading into the earth that presages much more of the white stuff! steven
love the colour!!!
windy secrets, I love that thought.
everyone hears something different.
a playground! YES!
Lovely imagery, steven, and I particularly like that end line.
Wind here tonight like a scream of banshees, however. Very wet ones, more to the point!
Ah, leaves dancing in the autumn air. One of my favorite things.
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