Autumn leaves

Rain’s relented
Leaves had dried
And rustled underfoot
But with no sun
Were drab and brown
No joy of autumn gold.

Later on the sun came out
Colours were restored
Those selfsame leaves now spoke of life
Fulfillment, life well lived
Death and decay were put aside
As joy of life shone forth.

How differently can the things of life appear according to the light in which we view them?


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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2 Responses to Autumn leaves

  1. RoSy says:

    Most things could definitely look brighter. Some will always be grey.
    I think the grey comes in when losing a loved one. Life goes on & for those who belive…will meet again – less grey than those who have lost someone forever.
    Hope that made sense. I know what I want to say. But – sometimes I have an issue with saying it so that it makes sense to others.

  2. It’s a subject close to your heart, RoSy; somehow that always makes it harder to find the right words to express things.Something to do with how much you have invested in the thought you are trying to express, I suppose.

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