It’s possible I’m losing my mind, friends! It’s the leaves. They started whispering their tales – and now they won’t stop.
From One Leaf to Another
I thought that you were happy.
I thought you didn’t mind
the way we went about our lives –
or should I say
the way you went about your life
and I lived mine,
listening to different songs
on the wind
most of the time.
Don’t leave me
for not seeing
what you hid inside.
I couldn’t read your mind, love.
I didn’t know you were
so Red inside, love.
What? It’s been there all the time?
And I’ve been blind?
That’s not fair, love.
You’ve been fine.
You went about your life
and I lived mine.
What’s all this talk of leaving, love?
What’s all this talk of time?
Of seasons,
New winds blowing,
Letting go,
To seek – and find.
You’re breaking my green heart, my love.
I see now I’ve been blind.
Don’t leave me, love
Don’t leave me here
Don’t leave me, love,
behind.
Love?
Love is blind.
Keep going!!! So good. So Red inside!
Thank you, dear Betsy! Xoxo
Awesome!
Thank you so much, Jennifer! It truly means so much when people comment. Xoxo
There’s a beautiful rhythm to your poetry. And I’m not surprised that you can hear what the leaves are telling you. It’s the same reason Pepper feels so comfortable telling you what’s on her mind. She knows she’s found a safe listener.
Thanks, Mary! You’ll help keep me this side of sane, right? Xoxo
Poetry is inspiring as are you, Jennifer.
Ridley, I am always so grateful for you!! Xoxo
Really beautiful- read it through twice! I love to read poetry because I think it’s an exciting glimpse into someone’s else creativity and mind in a more meaningful way than prose. Also…I miss you and would love to see you soon!!!
How kind, Barby! Thank you so much. And I like what you said about poetry. I miss you too – we must get together soon!! I hope all is well – Xoxo
What a wonderful way to start my day. LOVE this. So beautiful! xo
Dear Stephanie – I am so delighted to hear from you and so appreciate your kind words!! Xoxo
Such a beautiful Poem! I just closed on a property Monday nestled at the top of a ridge in Forest Hills. My Buyer and I were in awe of the setting with the colorful leaves…..it feels like a sanctuary….like the leaves and the trees have a voice. I am going to pass your poem along to her as I know she will LOVE it.
Beautiful Jennifer!
Your leaf has a lovely voice.
I’ll have to listen more closely to those at my house. Thank you for sharing what’s on their minds and hearts:)