Every leaf that falls
never stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
in search of a place—
someone’s hair, a park bench, a
finger. Isn’t that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?
— Victoria Chang, “Passage” in The Trees Witness Everything (Copper Canyon Press, 2022)
Notes:
- DK Photo at 4:11 am at Oyster Shell Park, Norwalk, CT. 59° F, with heavy rain. More photos from this morning’s walk here.
- Poem via Read A Little Poetry
You’re up way to early for me!
For me too!!!!
oh, i LOVE your photo. perfection!
Thank you REN!!!!
Aren’t we all the leaf…
Yes, such an apt comparison
Beautiful….
Thank you!
Fallen leaves are fairies with wings; they fly all over for they are free. No longer attached to any tree. It can be your head or toe where they flee.
Trees & their leaves, such a gift from God…from the buds, and some leaves are preceded by soft catkins, to the emergence of tiny, tender, bright green beauty…onward to full size leaves which become a canopy…providing shelter to birds, bugs, insects, shade for people and pups and children who sit on the leaf full branches…some children even build tree-houses and occasionally, sleep in them w/siblings on hot summer nights…in the fall we are treated to such a splendor when the delicious tree’s leaves turn beautiful, vivid colors…that drift slowly to the ground…continually, gifting…(btw,great photo)
Beautiful! Thank you Christie