Thursday, 22 May 2014
Every day another one falls and each day the tree becomes closer to being a skeleton, branches bare.
Sadness is in the air
We who are the leaves watch and wait for our turn.
That is not to say we have no other thoughts, but that we notice how few our companions are.
The gaps are more numerous than the leaves and the outline of the tree is clearer every day.
We mourn and miss each falling leaf but welcome the ability to see the shape of the tree.
Yesterday the leaf that was my brother-in-law fell to the ground.
Rest in Peace Terry. X
Posted by Ray Barnes at 10:07:00 am