A Leaf Poem by Anne Yun

So sensitive the connection penned with the elements of the environment.

lovely poem... tenderly touches the yellow leaf and holds it up to a dawn. a beautiful concept...the perpetuation of...or the circle of life. you have done a great poem... liked

It's a rarepleasure to witness such tenderness given to a small entity of a bush or flower, but you go even deeper into the appreciation of small things with a single leaf. There is your generosity and the leaf's gratitude and the poem swells with emotions shared.The fifth line stattled: a leaf turns yellow with age but you call it the yellow of sunrise, or beginnings, so to end is to begin, some drop, others prosper, things rising or things falling share with each other. So many things and emotions criss-cross, no one feeling prevails. The paradoxes of the last two lines, one for the leaf, one for you, took my breath away - each enttity (you and leaf) knows and accepts its fate in a moment of FATE that doesn't cause any grief or fear. Both are quiet, tender, and fulfilled.This must the wisdom of things without ambition, the tenderness of things that cause no harm. I want to spend more time in your and the leaf's presence: It's a blessed time. (Your poem is like Blake's hope TO FEEL ETERNITY IN THE INSTANT) .

There is a powerful concept afoot here: the transference of legacy that allows life to transcend the physical parameters. The relationship between the subject and a single leaf, yet it does not seem to be a single leaf, but the whole realm of nature, turning and turning though cycles of time. And yet, we can become repositories of the legacies of other lives. I have my grandfather here in my heart, and yet his physical time is long past. Thank you, Anne, for this beautiful reminder of the perpetuation of life. Another stunning portrait, so exquisitely rendered. :) S