Leaf Song

dearest Vati this is so beautiful
a very sacred write
trees are part of my very own soul
they do sing...

I love this...

love Brenda ❤

Thank you, Brenda.  I deeply appreciate your perspective. ❤

You are right, they do sing. I know their song well . Excellent Ahvanti.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Yes; and it's a beautiful song.
Thank you, Kitts. Much appreciated. ❤

I can relate to that never enough time concept...
this was short but outstanding stuff :)

Thank you, PoeticOne.
Much appreciated. ❤

I do too, sky. There is something about reaching the crest of a hill, isn't there?  Your observations are much appreciated. ❤

"One lifetime is never enough  
to learn, nor appreciate it all"
... it certainly feels that way ... maybe the answer is - to see a world in a grain of sand / and a heaven in a wild flower ... I'm not sure.

I love that quote, Josh. It's one of my favorites - and regardless,I understood the reference perfectly.  Thank you for your perspective. ❤

This spill caused me to remember the many times i trekked up
Mount Tamalpais, in Marin County, California (the best time to go is when it's raining IMHO)

alone.  

Love the last 2 lines as it's so so true

Sounds wonderful, Tallen. I love hearing the rain hits the leaves - it's communicating with drums.  

Thank you for your perspective. Much appreciated. ❤

You paint a pretty picture.

I hope mountains are fresh to me at 60. I wanna climb again.

Thank you, Edible. Much appreciated. ❤

one lifetime is more than enough if
I have puff up bloody hills ..     :)

Ha! That's why it's all downhill from here, Paul! ❤

This is inspirational. Absolutely love how you ran the parallel with the women kneading bread.

Thank you, insidewantsout. I am happy it inspired you. There's something calming and peaceful in methodical beaviour.

yet one life is enough to do all we can, take what we could and leave what we can't

great write

Thank you, poetOftragedy! Much appreciated!

Gorgeous; the spirits of the ancient past always comes to me when I am out in the forest.  I love to hike and this just resonated, start to finish 💜.

Yes! Luna, exactly!  There are so many secrets the forest whispers it gives me goosebumps.  Thank you for your input. It's appreciated. ❤

It was very kind of the father to frost those bones up like that. One last semblance of beauty before the dust. Dying is the long period at the end of our greatest sentence.

Yes - frost is beautiful to the beholder - yet deadly to Autumn.  But then again, it enables the cyble. Thank you, Shannon.  Much appreciated.

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XO

Great alliteration, consonance and assonance throughout. Well played. xo

XO  ❤

all of this. all of it.

we can only hear when we stop to listen. it requires us to stop 'making noise'... the reward? we are blessed with the song of nature.

just the other morning, after a heavy overnight frost, the sun was out and skies were blue. beneath the maple, i stood still for a moment after filling the dog's food bowl. silence, except for small drips as ice melted from the few remaining leaves and small, dry voices of the leaves themselves letting go and settling on the floor with their brethren. it was magical.

Aha's poetry always moves me.

Nice you caught that metaphor, Playdate!  I really enjoyed your perspective and comment.

Thank you, butters! I feel the same about yours!  ❤

A sobering song, Ahavati!  If our own souls fail to sing for the sheer life in them, the very rocks might cry out.  In this case, the leaves are already ahead of the game.  Your minimalist perspective delivers a world of wisdom to which sober minds can relate.

When I studied experimental music years ago, enjoying the concepts and works of Brian Dennis, John Paynter, Keith Swanwick, and their contemporaries, I saw how composers built silences into their works to accommodate the natural incidental sounds that would flow in while the performers marked time.  For me, there was no more silence in the silence, because a leaf could rustle, a bird tweet, or someone's breathing pulse the air and become part of the music.

Wonderful work!  I would say leaves have voices, whether or not we take time to have ears.

Sincerely

cab

Thank you, Cabcool. I truly loved your perspective and insight. I also enjoyed hearing about your personal experiences - you are right, there is no silence in silence.  

And leaves do indeed have voices - and ears to hear.  ❤

Excellent.  Amazing sense of a storyteller using a form of music/dance or drama to make a point.

Thank you, Lozzamus! Much appreciated.

Thank you, Skyblue! Much appreciated.

Thank you, Brando! Much appreciated!  ❤

We used to hike in New Hampshire when I was young, it was mostly pine trees on the mountains, but there were so many that it was an uncountable number, like leaves on a tree.  It was really a special experience to see the wild on foot and hear its voice, hiking is unique that way..

New Hampshire and Vermont have some of the most beautiful autumns in my opinion.  I think we're closest to God when we're in nature, because I believe God is all things - us and nature.  Therefore, we come closer to ourselves as well.

Thank you for a lovely comment and sharing.  ❤

The Song of the Leaves of the Trees ...the humming sacredness...resonates the Cosmic Rhythm..& yes, feels them The Kingdom Plantae to be more evolved, spiritual, free than Animalia...not digging much the evolutionary descents & timeline though. Only that wen the heady humans surrender ..in all peace & tranquility to the serene Cosmic Rhythm..from within..as felt around beyond..in such divine sync..we feel them. Such awakening Poetry..in your Wisdom & Poetic Brevity so inimitable, dear Ahavati..Light & Love :) xx

Thank you, Uma. Your words themselves are a poem - and you are poetry in your observatory perspective.  You always make me feel so special, but mostly blessed when you comment on my poetry.

Much Love and Light, Dear Friend   ❤

Dear One, this is so simple yet full of relatable truth.  They sing to me all the time when I'm still able to go for my walks in the park.  They are not as wild as the forest folk, but they never forget the melodies.  

blessed and blessings
Kathy

Thank you, Kathy. Much appreciated, Sweet friend. <3

That is one of the most beautiful comments I've ever received Didi3d! I do appreciate it greatly!  I will have to peruse your offerings asap!

Thank you for strolling along with me!

That is very true, sunsettown. Thank you for the lovely comment and RL.