Letting Go

Cole Park crew blow the autumn leaves into piles to gather into their trucks. There's a lot of leaves.

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. I love the autumn leaves and what they represent: a summer of nourishing the trees and shading the creatures beneath them in summer heat. I am thankful for each one of them, and for the trees for letting them go when the autumn coolness tells the leaves their work is done.

I love to slush through piles of fallen autumn leaves– it’s one of my favorite things. But here I walked around since the crew of Cole Park carefully had blown the leaves off into long lines ready for the trucks to scoop them up. Oh, but I was tempted!

Poetry

Letting Go

All summer, green leaves
nourished and shaded,
and now, ready to rest,
each flutters away as
as a golden butterfly,
as the breeze
helps the trees
let go.
Sheri Edwards
11.06.23 310.365.23
Poetry/Photography