Last Updated On November 4, 2021

 

A leaf doesn’t fret over which is better— to swoop down in a wild, swirling canopy, a rustling riot of yellow magic with hundreds of others, or to flutter demurely to the ground in a quiet, private moment. -Stacey Murphy

 

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

 

Blessed are the hold-outs. Oak. Beech. Sycamore.

Flaunt your marcescent splendor until November’s curtain call,

Claim no commitment to deciduous or ever green,

Live in your own time, let the vigor of Spring bud

Finally push the old wraiths into spiraling free fall

When you are good and ready.

Blessed are those that remain

For another song, another embrace

Blessed are the grown

that live in playful wonder

Blessed are the young

that live in effortless wisdom

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Last Updated On November 4, 2021

 

A leaf doesn’t fret over which is better— to swoop down in a wild, swirling canopy, a rustling riot of yellow magic with hundreds of others, or to flutter demurely to the ground in a quiet, private moment. -Stacey Murphy

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

 

Blessed are the hold-outs. Oak. Beech. Sycamore.

Flaunt your marcescent splendor until November’s curtain call,

Claim no commitment to deciduous or ever green,

Live in your own time, let the vigor of Spring bud

Finally push the old wraiths into spiraling free fall

When you are good and ready.

Blessed are those that remain

For another song, another embrace

Blessed are the grown

that live in playful wonder

Blessed are the young

that live in effortless wisdom

###

Last Updated On November 4, 2021

A leaf doesn’t fret over which is better— to swoop down in a wild, swirling canopy, a rustling riot of yellow magic with hundreds of others, or to flutter demurely to the ground in a quiet, private moment. -Stacey Murphy

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

 

Blessed are the hold-outs. Oak. Beech. Sycamore.

Flaunt your marcescent splendor until November’s curtain call,

Claim no commitment to deciduous or ever green,

Live in your own time, let the vigor of Spring bud

Finally push the old wraiths into spiraling free fall

When you are good and ready.

Blessed are those that remain

For another song, another embrace

Blessed are the grown

that live in playful wonder

Blessed are the young

that live in effortless wisdom

###

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