dry leaves flutter
like withered cherry petals,
painful longing
Copyright 2022 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Another holiday season subsides into long, dark nights. What do you long for? I’m longing for spring. May you be well, warm and finding magic in the small things.
14 thoughts on “Last Leaves of Fall”
Comments welcome!
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Friendly Fairy Tales 
The image haunts beautifully so are your words intrinsic to the feelings stroking the senses.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Vishal. You always have insightful comments. I appreciate them very much.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a pleasure Brenda. You always show perspective 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful post
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
wonderful imagery, Brenda. I’ve noticed the hours of daylight already getting a tiny bit longer each day
LikeLiked by 2 people
You optimist, you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
LikeLiked by 1 person
happy new year Brenda! may spring come soon
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, KatYa! Thick snow arrived instead. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve been watching the dry leaves in the winter trees lately, so your poem was perfect. Thank you, Brenda.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thanks, Jet. I hope your words will come, too. 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people