Liminal Leaves

leaves liminaut

It was cold yesterday, and so dark. I felt it deep in my marrow, the coming of winter. But the leaves, which were late in turning this year, have been spectacular, their brightness an echo of the sun that once powered them. I walked in the hills of the city and witnessed the indescribable beauty of the leaves as they fell, detaching from their tree homes and drifting to the ground, aloft for one brief, shining moment before their descent into decomposition.

They fell behind me as I walked; the noise they made was like the footsteps of ghosts.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s