The Leaves Are Green
“The leaves are green
The nuts are brown,
They hang so high
They will not come down.
Leave them alone
Till frosty weather,
Then they will all
Come down together.”
On a fall photography stroll, leaving the woods toward a city park,
we came upon a lady and her large dog.
In the woods we came upon an elder woman and her large dog.
There were brief greetings exchanged, happy weather reports, and kind farewells before we continued on down the trail.
Who are strangers? Simply friends we have yet to meet?
Around a trail end, looking up, we might see a cloud in the
shape of a wave, a heart or a bird, before it loses its shape.
The moments of life are rushing in & around us all the time. We may be sitting quietly on a park bench, or in a car on the freeway. Moments, and the present breath of our life is always flowing in - loaded with color, novelty, shape and sound; waiting for us to notice it with our valuable attention, capturing a photograph and using that snap to root into the infinite now.