A sweet yellow leaf floats on a rather insistent fall breeze. Turning to and fro, it is at the mercy of the current. It doesn't seem to complain, but who knows the thoughts of a sweet yellow leaf?

This morning I have a lot in common with that leaf, it would seem.

I used to have grounders. Those souls placed in my life to give me foundation and stability. Those sources of wisdom and experience gave me a place from which to venture out and take risks. To live, to laugh and to grow. Not unlike that yellow leaf that was once attached to the giant tree that graces our yard.

And like that yellow leaf, the time came for a stiff breeze to come up and sweep me into the current, floating in an unknown direction towards an unfamiliar destination. Unexpectedly, my grounders were removed from my life, leaving me falling free. I wonder if the yellow leaf was surprised at it's release, as well. But, who knows the thoughts of a sweet yellow leaf?

Eventually the wind will relent and that sweet yellow leaf will fall to the ground. I know that my fate will be similar to that of a floating leaf; lying in the soft dirt, forgotten and left to decay. I wonder if that insignificant leaf will feel content and at peace, knowing that it fulfilled it's purpose...

But, who knows the thoughts of a sweet yellow leaf?


Ari C'rona said…
Great analogy, my friend - only the Holy One knows the thoughts and feelings of a sweet, yellow leaf...
Mama Cache said…
When I was a little girl, my mom had a recording of Robert Frost reading some of his poetry. I remember thinking that it was pretty special to hear someone read his own writing.

Sometimes while I am reading your posts, I think, "I'd love to hear her read this." This is one of those times.

It's not that I can't hear you while I'm reading, it's just that I can't hear you while I am reading. *smile*

I guess there is hearing, and there is hearing.

So well written.