
“We take to the breeze, we go as we please.” E.B. White ‘Charlotte’s Web’
Turning Over A Leaf Woe is they whose gutters are filled with the ubiquity of fallen leaves, who come to mock them in their satisfied armchairs of achievements, while I can find no two leaves alike, some smooth, some rough, faded, crinkled, cankered, curled and halved, there was one desiccated specimen, a veritable mobile home for, tucked in the curl was a shy little spider riding the winds of fortune to new horizons. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
I love this! I’m going to take it as a poem of hope. I particularly like how “the ubiquity of fallen leaves” reads.
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It is indeed a thought of hope, so glad it came across that way for you too.
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Oh, good!
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You have approached the leaves as Christ approached humans ~ on their own level. 🌺🌸🌻🌼
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What a delightful reference Ana, thank you.
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Many thanks
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Beautiful analogy and food for thought
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Yes, looking towards hope, change.
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