This poem came after hearing the news of my mother and childhood friend having surgery on the same day… Our connection to leaves, to the falling away of years, time, health, youth, and the beauty of witnessing such impermanence, offers one such profound gratitude for what is given. Listening to Leaves, reminded me of the life of leaves -as well as our own life- and our connection to our ancestors, and the need to witness such beauty along with the passing. Listening to Leaves She stayed up till nothing but leaves could be heard. Sat listening to the shuffle of their brittle toes skipping down the streets of Kalamazoo, the ballerinas of fall. They sashay through neighborhoods of old homes that house the spirits of women that once stayed up late, too, like she, to watch, listen, and dance to the sound of leaves. The fiery moon, a Lunar Eclipse in Aries, sends waves of emotion, feelings she has yet to underst...
Women's Spiritual Poetry