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This blog started as a 'Lenten Writing Project', where we wrote each day in Lent. Now that Summer is here, let's keep up the discipline of writing with a weekly writing challenge! A prompt will be posted each week and anyone is welcome to join in and post their writing here or participate just by reading it.
Every writer has their own special light to add to this blog and all of your writing offerings are appreciated, whether poetry, prose, essay, thoughts, lists or comments and encouragement.
Every writer has their own special light to add to this blog and all of your writing offerings are appreciated, whether poetry, prose, essay, thoughts, lists or comments and encouragement.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The sermon in the leaves
It seems that leaves are all around us these days. What can the lifecycle of a leaf - how it looks, the process it goes through, how they smell, what you can do with them, etc. teach you about spirituality. Take a small or broad element of leaves - changing colors, their greenness in the spring, their absence in the winter - and write about it!
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From Tree to Earth
ReplyDeletePoof.
The shoot had turned from bud to leaf
The leaf had turned from green to red
and finally from soft to brittle.
The stem was hard
and the light wind
on that autumn morning
broke its last connection to the tree.
Poof
The fall was gentle.
Rocking back and forth.
Gravity’s work
And the slow sweeping wind
Made the leaf’s journey to the ground
Playful, wistful.
The journey from bud to leaf
from hope to beauty
from barrenness to fullness and back
was complete.
and even the end
the journey from tree to the earth
was graceful.
I can see and feel it changing, falling and recognize my journey. Like it alot!
DeleteMarlene
Leafy Transitions
ReplyDeleteBy Marlene Obie
The bus pulled off the road
atop a bank of Autumn leaves
and let its passengers
step into ankle-deep memories
where they swished, kicked and crunched,
smiling over their relapse into childlike urges.
Inside the blaze of color
they’d come to view,
there was permission
to experience without handling
Today they gently floated
within a master’s artistry
on a raft on the Skagit,
their presence noted by eagles.
Toning and volume of comments
softened into pianissimo flow
of the river.
Out of a last rustling walk
through the ditches,
they returned to their ride
and went back to
chore-based views of leaves
and thought about starting
a leaf fight with someone at home.
It speaks to me of our instinct to play!! Thanks! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteNovember Trees
ReplyDeleteEbony skin lined with wrinkled trailing highways
Standing tall in the ravine
Demands vertical swooping gaze
to take in the tender electric green upholstering
Riotous golden afro
Alive with nature
Swaying and swinging
The wind gently providing the sound for the dance.
the wind gently providing the sound for the dance - very nice - adds another sense to rest of it..
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