Falling leaves…

A proper sign of the season, isn’t it? Falling leaves can bring joy to some and sorrow to others, especially those who become one with the rake. To some, falling leaves can be reminiscent that something new will have a follow-up and grow in the spring. But the thought of having to traipse through the harsh reality of winter may not excite others. The pure joy and the beauty that the fall colors bring is muffled by the sight of barren trees, the work to clear the leaves and the task of putting it all to bed for a spell. So, the real question is, where do the falling leaves leave you this fall?

A piece of my day today.... it was gorgeous, albeit... almost too summery. Sort of like hot tea on a summer day, especially when you were looking for a brisk and refreshing drink. Now, they say it will be cooler next week. Hey, Mother Nature... let's not get carried away.

Life is but a dream

Today is #TreeTuesday initiated by @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's put up some trees today! This tree is another one of my favorites. I walk right by him, my tree of life. No matter which way I go, it always comes back to him.

My tree of life and why not? There are several that I pass every day on my walk. My knight and my tree of life. I know. I know. I will move on and find different favorites or mix it up a bit or change my walk. Although, there is something to be said about familiarity. I know its lines, the texture of the bark. How many limbs have been cut, how many are left. All these things, I would have to learn all over again about different trees.

How can you not love a tree on a balcony, adding a little bit of nature to your life? My senses perceive this to be wrong, a tree without the earth surrounding it, but, my soul disagrees. Urban Horticulture at its best. Everyone deserves a little bit of Mother Nature in their life.

Flowers. There must always be flowers. To color my world.

The beauty of yellow sunshine chased me down as I wandered the path of least resistance at the break of day. Who can refuse to accept such ready-made delightfulness when it is laid at their feet?

There is sun and shine in my soul today.

Each of these little red seeds has its own little "wings" that allow it to fly down in a spiral motion, planting itself without any help. And that, my friends, is how tree babies are born.

You're welcome.

Fall into my world that your words create

Make them yours, steal their fate
As you lay, with dreams in your sleep
I touch your lips
A gentle kiss
Goodnight
Goodnight

You are so beautiful. Can't you see?

In that place of love
The one perceived
It matters not, what you believe
The story fits, in a layer of truth
In the pages of strength, to give and receive.
And then

I have to wonder

Why logic is no answer for passion, and all the while, I wrap my heart with a ribbon of desire.

Beauty can never be judged objectively
Although everything has beauty, not everyone can see it.

I want to thank you for coming along as I perused the likes of #TreeTuesday, eclectic and true, brought by me to you. And just that quick, this show is over. Tag me and I will visit your trees too! Thank you!

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Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.

I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire

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