Flutters

The morning breeze sweeps over the freshly dropped leaves with a spontaneous chill. The leaves decide to take a ride and flutter far from home. Their soaring limbs listen to a celebration of life calling from the wind. None deny the thrill of flight as their corpses turn brown. Don’t worry, for they will return some other season.

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7 comments so far

  1. KiteHorse on

    Why is spontaneous chill so evanescently poetic? Even when stained with the concupiscent weight of masses of post-New Age personals? You use it so lightly; just like the celebration of life is revivified from dreary Hallmarkism by that same easy skill you have with poetry.

  2. gautami tripathy on

    They always do..

    scotch-taped

  3. Laurie on

    Beautiful imagery. I love the way the wind carries the leaves.

  4. Tumblewords on

    Nicely done!

  5. Quietpaths on

    I love the idea of leaves deciding to take a ride. Great images.

  6. Raven on

    “they will return some other season.” Nicely said.

  7. SandyCarlson on

    They will indeed return. And we will be here. Somehow.


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