Burnt leaf, black,
rocks and curls
in the flames.
Remnants fracture
at glowing veins
swallowed into ashes.
Pale dust swirls,
the wind inhales,
exhales over seed.
Ashes returned.
Struggle emerges green
into the sun.
©2008 Joanne Sprott
Burnt Leaf
Joanne E Sprott, Intuitive Mentor
Wonderful Ode, Joanne, Death As the Master Gardener. And even more wonderful to me, there’s no title. It feels top be a splendor of expression Not needing a title, a piece of consummate Nature in and of its own verses.
Thanks, Jordan! I originally wrote this in response to watching a leaf burn along the veins and create that lattice-work pattern. Fascinating imagery that Nature gives us. 🙂
You’re most welcome, Joanne! Love it use, the fascinating imagery that Nature gives is. 🙂
I’m going to add your site to my weekly Tuesday Thank You Serendipity Itineraries post so more people can enjoy your work. 🙂
And, I’ve been doing some tuning and tailoring, so Thank You Tuesdays have now been moved to Sundays and renamed Sunday Serendipity Itineraries. I hope a great many people discover your great work! 🙂