she wished to glue
leaves of color back onto the limbs
unprepared for season’s shift
then her dormant suitcase looked up
with eyes of grace, a reminder
of past orbits around the sun.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
she wished to glue
leaves of color back onto the limbs
unprepared for season’s shift
then her dormant suitcase looked up
with eyes of grace, a reminder
of past orbits around the sun.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
I loved this! Both your poem (and yes, let’s be grateful for every single year that some of us wear so visibly) and also for the image. One of the best things about my new grandson is seeing the wonder in his eyes as he regards the world around him. Everything is new, and everything is interesting.
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Thank you Ann. I am grateful that I still experience awe when looking at the autumn leaves. I am surprised again this year at their beauty. Have a marvelous week.
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then her dormant suitcase looked up
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Kirsten, thanks for generously offering you reflection. I appreciate you.
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Beautiful words. Here it’s spring but your words conjure up a different season over there. Enjoy it all my friend
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Every season has a lesson for us. Beautiful words Ali. 🍂🍁
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Thank you. Enjoy this autumn day.
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Loved it❤💐
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Thanks for visiting.
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My pleasure 🙏😊
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I love the color hanging above our heads and love it when it falls and softens the ground below. Then those bare branches always appear to be pointing something out to me. 🙂 Then they are covered once again with a new coat. I never tire of it. 🙂
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It’s a spectacular show that I love watching every year. I like how you have chosen to view the bare branches as pointers. I will embrace that as well. Be well my friend.
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Thank you Ali. Happy falling evening.
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