The Leaves Must Blow

It’s been autumn for weeks now. I’m watching the leaves finally blow from the branches and fall to the ground, and I feel a sense of panic. The reds, yellows, oranges, and golds comfort me. The sudden suggestion of bare winter branches makes me feel cold, uneasy, and exposed. To what? I suppose the changing of the seasons shall reveal.

Photo by Vishvodhay Thummalapally

From the poem ‘Snow Angels’ by Louise McNeill:

For pollen scatters

The leaf must blow;

The winged seed follow the squall of snow



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