The blue sky has acquiesced to cold grey arches.

There is little tending to severed leaves detached

by laws of seasons past.

What remains is a collection of treasures stacked

behind a dozing spider, clay pots, a rusty kiln, worn brushes.

Warm breath on sculptor’s bones ease her aching hands

until she is malleable once more.

Bent and shaped into her own likeness

if she is diligent in the Spring she will bloom again.

Translation by Bernd Hutschenreuther

Im Frühling werden wir wieder blühen

Der blaue Himmel hat die
kalten grauen Bögen angenommen.
Wenig nur neigt er, sich
trauernder Düsternis zu ergeben,
Wir fallen von den Bäumen,
getrieben vom Gesetz der Jahreszeiten,
der Vergangenheit entfliehend, getrennt von
der Gegenwart.
Unser Schicksal ist die harte Erde,
Wir sind der Sonne verloren.
Eine düstere Sammlung vergessener Schätze.
Sie greift nach den Tontöpfen
und der dösenden schwarzen Witwe
Auf der Suche nach einer abgenutzten Säge, rostigem
Draht und Zedernholz.
Ihre Hände bluten und welken,
ist sie fleißig, werden wir erneut blühen,
im Frühling.

Übersetzung: Bernd Hutschenreuther

art by “Summer leaves”

111 thoughts on “Falling Leaves

  1. Love those individual details you weave in that really makes the scene pulse with life – ‘behind a dozing spider, clay pots, a rusty kiln, worn brushes.’ Beautiful depiction of everything slumbering dormant, that quiet hush before the burst into spring. ❤

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      1. Really draws the reader in and lets them watch the slow seconds tick by, as thawing ice drips and snowdrops unfurl their crowns again. Stunning scene-setting that always paints such a vivid world!

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  2. You must have been in Toronto when you wrote this ode to the eventual coming of spring.

    This poem holds much hope for the future. You are a crystal ball, a poem within guiding the way.
    Very still, and beautiful, dear Holly. xoxoxo

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          1. Well you will just have to wait and see. I plan for…. oops don’t want to spill the beans in a comments box, but she Lala LaSwirl will be in the next episode of Art Gowns in Chicago. Actually, I have this idea I wanted to throw by you.
            Will write you a bit later. Need to take a pic (in the dark) first! xoxoxo

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          2. xoxoxoxoxo
            Right! Sun is a wish up here!
            So, I sent you a sketch and ideas, but it sent early, accidentally. So I forwarded it to finish it! LOL
            How does that ship happen?

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          3. Cool! and check put the new pic I sent you! Not RR, but Shey… for the new episode!
            You are not confused. It is difficult to be clear and concise in a comments box! xoxoxo

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  3. I love this so much. Dozing spiders, rusty kilns, waiting for hands to warm up and spring on the way. It’s so hopeful, on the edge of bursting forth…the waiting and planning. It;s just wonderful.

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      1. Yes we leave the fallen leaves to weather and mulch. Decomposition is a long process in our dry climate. Many people spend many hours blowing leaves around or gathering them and taking them to the dump.

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    1. I think there are those who are inclined to or have the desire to express themselves in many ways, the arts or crafts (there are brilliant carpenters, architects) . I like to write, thank you for your interest.

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          1. It’s okay. I had a conversation with a chemist with BP, who was working in Charleston, SC, and was from England. He said that it is important for all of us to write something, creatively everyday. That is what I try to do with the articles that I write. In school, I had a wonderful English teacher, of grammar and literature. I also had a ninth grade teacher who knew our Constitution better than anyone that I can imagine. Both of these women helped me to think, and write, and do so with imagination and clarity. I can still diagram sentences (lol). I thank God for putting these women, and other teachers in my path. I am glad to know of your profession. Thanks for sharing.

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          2. Me too! I remember my fourth grade teacher who was a horrible man and then my fifth grade teacher was an inspiration to us all. It all depends on the character and dedication like all professions.

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  4. I understand what you are saying. I will have to say that all of my teachers in elementary, junior high and high schools, were excellent, in their teaching skills, as well as being above reproach in their personalities.

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        1. My special friend, you have been on mind, as relating to your writing abilities. I think that you should write a book. It would be easy for you to put all of your blog post articles into a book form. You should do some research on other writers, that are similar to your style of writing. “Daily Thoughts From Holly” would enrich many people.

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  5. You are very welcome. I was thinking about Catherine Marshall this morning, before I thought about you. She was the wife of Peter Marshall, who was a Pastor, and Chaplain of the U.S. Senate. The book, “A Man Name Peter,”was written by Catherine about her husband in 1951. There was also a movie of that name, about Peter Marshall, that was released in 1955. Peter Marshall died o a heart attack in 1949, leaving Catherine to care for their nine-year-old son. In 1951, Catherine wrote thirty, selling more than sixteen million copies. One of her best sellers was, “Christy, which she wrote on the life of her mother’s time in the mountains teaching the impoverished children of Appalachia. Christy was adapted as a CBS television series in 1994. In 1940, Catherine contracted TB, for which at that time no antibiotic treatment was available. She spent nearly three years recovering from the illness. Catherine’s life’s challanges inspired her writing career.

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