Sandra Heska King

daring to open doors

Yellow Leaves

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Nothing left but yellow leaves

they fall in earnest now

like tears

and tumble in the wind.

Stripped limps stretch

and reach through gray

to touch the sun and wait.

Hearts ache and break

for moments lost to hardened hearts

and tears

they hide behind the laughter

and leak through crinkled corners

in the night.

Would that hardened hearts would break

to hold the precious melting moments close

and see the leaves of Cimmerian regret

turn sunshine yellow

then fall and tumble in the wind.

 

 

Comments

  1. Lyla Lindquist says

    JP and I stood in the neighbor’s yard trying so hard to take that very picture last weekend — catching the falling leaves in flight, the already fallen spread across the ground.

    We couldn’t pull it off.

    I resorted to lying down on my belly in it and taking the shot at ground level. Anything I can do lying down….

  4. Linda says

    This is so moving Sandy. Your writing just gets better and better.
    Thinking of you so much these days and praying for all of you.

  6. diana says

    Oh my, this is so true, so sad but true so often. And beautifully written and photographed. Thanks, sweet Sandy. And prayers continue for you and yours.

  9. Patricia says

    Would that hardened hearts would break
    to hold the precious melting moments close
    and see the leaves of Cimmerian regret
    turn sunshine yellow
    then fall and tumble in the wind

    Ohhh, my heart is so burdened reading this beautifully written prayer. I pray it right along with you Sandy. Holding those precious melting moments right along with you.

  10. Cecilia Marie Pulliam says

    This speaks volums about someone very close to me, a heart hardned from seeing to much violence and deceipt, and steeped in pride. I pray for him and the many like him.

    Beautiful poem, Sandy. Touched my heart.

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