He brings me leaves
one each day
a contrast in shape
varied vibrancy, coral to ripe peach
left on the kitchen counter
until evening arrives at our window.
Held in his palm
this single donation
color story of today
our eyes meet
the wrinkles, textured hues, imperfect edges.
Our hands hold a temporary prize between us
cherishing.
Trees give without expecting
something in return. Thankfully,
so does he.
© Ali Grimshaw 2016
May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today. Happy Thanksgiving.
This is a beautifully written poem 🙂 Love it.
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Thank you for reading and for your reply.
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Hi! I mentioned you on my blog:
https://untamedwildfire.wordpress.com/2016/11/26/138/
Have a great day!
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I am honored. Thank you so much.
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Such a beautiful poem!
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Thank you for your kind words. I love to hear from my readers. Have a great day.
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Happy Thanksgiving to you too!
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I’m so thankful to be your Leaf Man! The gift you give back is the love and appreciation of what I have to give.
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Thank you Adam. You are a gift in my life.
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this single donation
color story of today…
Trees give without expecting
something in return.
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Thank you for your reflection.
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I love this
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Thank you Chere. Happy Thanksgiving!
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