those solitary single leaves that cling to bare branches
flutter in the wind, making a dry, rasping sound—
a paper-thin plea to be heard
Leaves
those solitary single leaves that cling to bare branches
flutter in the wind, making a dry, rasping sound—
a paper-thin plea to be heard
spanishwoods 
Even before my first cup of coffee I am looking at my “Reader” and am again greeted by a fine photo, and a delicately written lyric! Thanks for posting and sharing your talents!
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Before your coffee? Oh my, you are braver than me. I almost can’t do anything before my first cup of coffee. I thank you for your kind compliments.
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I love your words.
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Thank you so very much.
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“a paper-thin” plea to be heard……. love how you see things!
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Thank you Jodi. 🙂
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🙂 Awesome! Those last, tenacious leaves on a bare tree have something special to learn from.
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Yes.
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Nicely captured. Your post reminds me of the children’s story about “Freddie The Leaf”. 🙂
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Was that a book about death? If it’s the book I’m remembering it was very sweet.
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I believe it was, a little bit of the circle of life.
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I love this idea and image. May I invite you to see my poem and photo on the same topic? https://rabbitlaneutah.com/2015/09/12/brown-oak-leaf/
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Both your capture and your poetic words are beautiful Roger.
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I am so glad you liked it. “Brown Oak Leaf” was published several years ago in a nice little nature poetry journal called “Avocet.”
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Greeat blog
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thank you 🙂
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