Beautiful words,
They are the chase
of the wind
and the leaf,
as though the leaf is
always running –
just a few
steps ahead,
and will not choose
to come to rest,
until the wind
has ceased its blowing.
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I feel often like words blow in like leaves and settle only when they choose to.
Lovely language paired with wit. An intelligently and gracefully rendered piece, which is the best proof of your claim on the first lines. :-)
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I feel often like words blow in like leaves and settle only when they choose to.
The imagery we choose to evoke are usually a reflection of our character. Yours sounds very life-loving and organic. :-)
Aw, thank you, Iris. Will have to stop by your site when I get a chance. “)
Pleasure was all mine. I like to get my own writing kick-started by the good stuff I find while blog-surfing, so I should be the one thanking you. :-)
:)
as long as there is breath
there is movement
and there is dance ….
chasing the leaf
can be a waltz
worthy of a good exhale
Thank you, Jim. I like that…
“They are the chase of the wind”–what a wonderful phrase.