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I saw the leaves departing
On the bitter winter wind
And in their flight my soul
Recognised its form
It will not now be long
Until I welcome moving on
The soft, encroaching storm

I saw the colours fading
Before they fell and flew around
The park that afternoon till I
Recognised the call
I will not fight at all
It’s natural like the seasons fall
It happens to us all

The tree outlasts the time
We wander on this little earth
From day to day
And from our birth our form
Can hear the subtle siren song
We know it won’t be long
Till we vanish in the storm

(c ) Helen Valentina 2019

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to Departing

  1. beth says:

    so very true. we are not here for very long at all –

  2. Gwen M. Plano says:

    This is a powerful and beautiful poem, Helen. Of late, the passing of time, of loved ones, of life has made me grateful for the moments… β™₯

  3. Len Freeman says:

    Lovely evocative piece Helen, thank you. Captures the awareness and wistfulness of the moments. Best for your holidays.

    Len Freeman

  4. We know it won’t be long
    Till we vanish in the storm.
    it does go fast. Good one, Helen.

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