I had the chance on Tuesday this week to go and visit Pt. Pelee.
The colours had not really started to turn
except in spurts along the 401,
the birds seemed to be hiding with the exception of a few hawks,
the gulls and hundreds of blue jays.
I remember at one point walking thru the woods and seeing a single leaf,
hanging,
invisible,
connected
to a broken branch,
no
visible signs
of life,
this single leaf,
twirling,
shades of red and brown,
edges
beginning to curl,
just
twirling,
sunlight
glancing
off
ragged edge,
just
twirling,
catching
the
odd
breeze,
but
slowly circling,
twirling.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
makes one think
about how even
in life's final moments
you can still
make an impact
be a thing of beauty
keep on moving
rise and fall,
with the flow of life around you ....
it made me think ...............
The colours had not really started to turn
except in spurts along the 401,
the birds seemed to be hiding with the exception of a few hawks,
the gulls and hundreds of blue jays.
I remember at one point walking thru the woods and seeing a single leaf,
hanging,
invisible,
connected
to a broken branch,
no
visible signs
of life,
this single leaf,
twirling,
shades of red and brown,
edges
beginning to curl,
just
twirling,
sunlight
glancing
off
ragged edge,
just
twirling,
catching
the
odd
breeze,
but
slowly circling,
twirling.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
makes one think
about how even
in life's final moments
you can still
make an impact
be a thing of beauty
keep on moving
rise and fall,
with the flow of life around you ....
it made me think ...............
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