A time of youth a time of siblings a time to live happily with each other and then,
He gathers them all in his arms then drops them to the ground,
the air is fresh, the autumn breeze is like a gentle kiss upon our cheeks.
To my heart he sends his voice booming with fall messages.
Little gifties from heaven I called them as they swiveled down my feet.
Precious crisp leaves each one with a personality and color of its own.
He flies up then lands on a pile of leaflets, a peel of laughter escapes.
He's my sibling, my bro, my partner in crime, my confident one .
Together we dream as one beneath a lapis blue sky, tinged as deep
as his superman suit. Oh how I remember my youth, and my hero !
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Align your rulers adjust your lenses step into the future with me.
Today even the touch of one leaf or the scent of one Autumn day,
can bring me back to those golden years when we were young, carefree.
Gifties from heaven that they were and he, a segment of my soul.
Together we dreamed beneath a Lapis blue sky until our childhood
ended, and then Superman had to fly home.
You brought me back to my youth, too. When in our city there were huge piles of leaves from raked lawns. We could jump into some of them and not hit the ground. They insulate the ground every year from the deep frost and protect the little creatures--nature's insulator. We used to pile leaves up alongside the house for the same reason.
And whenever I was in the woods, the smell of rotting leaves was really quite pleasant and another thing that I enjoyed every fall. As the beautiful color of the leaves on the trees faded to an even brown, blanketing the ground.
Those childhood memories can be poignant and strong, especially those of the closeness of our siblings, when we were young, and happy and free-spirited. Lovely work.
Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2023
My favorite time of year!!! Absolutely gloriously loved this endearment of this delicate wonderous beautiful remainder of once life from new leaves is now a reminder that yes everything has transformation. Earth realm creations grounds your heart and soul and leaves forever footprints upon the soul. Loved loved this tender gentle mantra Vie. Hope all is wondrous and beautiful in your world, ~ D
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
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And whenever I was in the woods, the smell of rotting leaves was really quite pleasant and another thing that I enjoyed every fall. As the beautiful color of the leaves on the trees faded to an even brown, blanketing the ground.
Ron