I used to think of fall as a tragedy of leaves
But now that I see the tree, I know
it’s just a little housekeeping
planned obsolescence and
a strategic liquidation-
a letting go of that which could harm you
when things inevitably change
I used to think of fall as a tragedy of leaves
But now that I see the tree, I know
it’s just a little housekeeping
planned obsolescence and
a strategic liquidation-
a letting go of that which could harm you
when things inevitably change
*****
“If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.”
— J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
Submitted to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nonetheless
And filter and fibre your blood.”
― Walt Whitman
Submitted to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness.