The Beauty in a Leaf
A falling leaf does not spoil the scene,
nor tarnish the earth upon which it falls.
Whether feeding the roots which gave it life
or pressed within the pages of a book,
carried within it is the heart of the tree, and its beauty.
The prompt from Lillian for Quadrille Monday at dVerse is to use the word โspoilโ in a quadrille, a 44-word poem of no set meter or rhyme.
Love this take on the prompt. When my children were young (they are 44 and 42 now) I always enjoyed leaf collecting with them — and then pressing them or making a book of leaves ๐ Ah….thanks for the memories today! ๐
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Thank you, Lillian.
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This is exactly how I feel about the leaves. Everyone around us rakes up the leaves, tossing them out for the garbage people. Not me. They are as much a part of this land as the trees.
Have a blessed day and a very Happy Thanksgiving.
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Mine go into a compost pile. It’s a weeks-long process with different trees dropping at different times. Otherwise they would be thick enough to kill the grass. I don’t mind. It’s good exercise and it gives me time (hours!) to contemplate.
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It is good to have contemplation time. I used to have that when I sat out to watch the birds. Since I was attacked by a pack of dogs, I don’t sit out there anymore. Maybe some day I will be able to again, but not right now.
Our trees don’t usually drop their leaves until the spring, when the new leaves push the old ones out. But, this year, some have even changed to fall colors and fallen from the trees. It is wonderful to see!
We have a yard full of weeds instead of grass, so I’m not worried about killing it. Weeds seem to live forever. haha The only ones I can’t seem to grow successfully in this yard are dandelions. Our neighbors have tons of them each year.
Have a blessed week.
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What a terrible experience! The birds will wait for you, I’m sure.
My yard is mostly hillside with little topsoil, and I’ve been battling it for years – planting and replanting, only to see it wash out before it can root well. A friend of mine jokes, calling me Sisyphus – except that I’m trying to roll a grass seed uphill instead of a rock.
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Yes, it was probably one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced.
Your friend has quite a sense of humor.๐ Is there a way to terrace the yard, like they do for growing rice?
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Yes and no. It’s already done in two places. Any more would make mowing difficult to impossible. A good part of it is in shade most of the time, hampering growth, but rain from the uphill neighbor will actually wear away the soil once the grass starts to thin. I had some luck with reseeding in September, probably due to the drought we experienced until the end of October. (plenty of watering on my part).
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I hope you’ll be able to get it worked out the way you want it. In spite of the problems, it sounds like you have an awesome property. Everything is flat here where we live.
Have a blessed day.
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I love this… the heart of the tree, given back to the soil… or as a wonderful memory… nothing is ever spoiled from a tree like this.
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Thank you, Bjรถrn.
We’re romantics at heart.
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Being a big fan of trees, leaves and autumn, I love this poem, Ken! Our garden is currently swirling with leaves. When others are raking and stuffing leaves into bags. I leave them where they are. I also used to collect leaves with my daughter when she was little and look forward to doing the same with my little grandson.
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Thank you, Kim.
Raking over several weeks is a must for my yard. With 20 of my trees (half of them) in the open area of the yard, the dropped leaves would smother the grass. It’s good exercise, and it doesn’t keep me from appreciating the trees.
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I like the quietness in this poem, Ken. Trees getting on with what trees do, no fuss, just providing oxygen for the rest of the planet. I don’t have a garden or grass, but lots of trees and meadow. The leaves lie where they land. I like it that way.
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Thank you, Jane.
I can imagine a rustling as you go on your walks, or the stillness as you walk after a rain..
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Something I have become very aware of is the noise that I make walking. When I stop, there’s silence. The sound of leaves crunching and boots creaking is the only noise there is.
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Never have I tried a quadrille……….yet
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There’s always a first time!
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Leaves and trees, beautiful subjects to write about. Lovely piece.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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My pleasure.
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The circle of life – I like the fact that leaves nourish the soil. There are drifts of them at the moment – it’s like they all fell down at once. I’m too lazy to rake, and I don’t mind the leaves at all.
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Thank you, Sarah.
They make a lovely sight.
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I love this time of year with the fallen leaves. You have made a beautiful poem of them. The peace in this is lovely.
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Thank you. ๐
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At the place I lived in the city for 25 years, the front and back yards, as well as the back lot, was one stand of oak trees. It was a lot of raking but I never begrudged the trees; instead considered myself a steward. Since 2011 I live in a yard of willows, black locust, 4 fruit trees, and a ginkgo. The leaves of these trees break down quickly so no raking is necessary. If you ask me if I could have brought those oak trees with me, the answer would be a resounding yes. To see your tribute to the oaks touches my heart โค
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Moving from Buffalo to Missouri meant leaving maples behind, and I miss them. Moving here informed me that I’m extremely allergic to white oak pollen. Two springs of the six I’ve been in this house were so bad that the deck turned yellow. The other years I didn’t really suffer.
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Sigh … absolutely! โคโคโค
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๐ Thank you.
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I admire the tone you brought to this poem… so perfect for the subject. It reminds me that I need to get outdoors and spend more time among the sanity of the natural world.
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Thank you.
Enjoy the weather while you can!
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Indeed.
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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I like how the leaf carries with it the heart of the tree.
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Thank you, Frank.
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lovely, lovely,lovely
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Merci!
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This was beautiful Ken? I liked the last two lines, wonderful close!
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Thanks, Rob! ๐
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Beautiful!
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Thanks!
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This is so beautiful, Ken!
I particularly like, “carried within it is the heart of the tree,”–such a lovely thought.
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Thank you, Merril. โค
I was pleased with that line. If not for “quadrille,” I would have ended with it.
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You’re welcome. ๐
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This is so charming. I too regard falling leaves as little gifts from nature to keep or remind us of the need to make space for new growth ๐
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Thank you. And those falling leaves have a charm, all their own.
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Ken- you captured the essence of leaves so well here. I don’t get much of a chance to rake leaves here in AZ, but I remember it being very meditative.
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Thank you, Linda. That it is.
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“carried within it is the heart of the tree, and its beauty”
I love that. ๐
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Thank you. ๐
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๐๐๐๐… and its beauty. Crunch crunch… ๐๐so nice
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Thanks!
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leaves are so pretty on and off the trees, indeed they never spoil any view
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Especially in autumn, my favorite time of the year.
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Love It! Was traveling up north yesterday…it was so windy leaves were smacking the windshield so hard it sounded like rocks! Then every once in a while one would be twirling down in front of me…so gently.
Hope you are well and that the holiday season finds you full of creative energy!
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A lovely Autumn poem! No spoiler alert needed.
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Thanks. ๐
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Beautiful! I totally agree with your sentiment about leaves. ๐๐๐
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They never let you down. Okay. Slowly. ๐
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