Earlier in the year, I was walking along a city street with my family when my eyes were drawn to a flash of gold in the otherwise bare branches of a tree ahead. I knew instantly, when I realised it was a lone leaf, that I had to record it. When I looked for the best angle I realised that the windows of the building behind amplified the bare tree, making that gold really pop out. Snap, the photo was taken.
But later, when I tried to write a poem to match the photo, I drew a blank. Writing has been slow for me this year, and I just could not find the words to match the image. So, the phot0 sat on my computer and my phone, waiting.
Then, last Friday, the wonderful Carol Varsalona, asked if I had anything to contribute to her Abundant Autumn Gallery and I remembered my photo. I knew it was time! The photo came out and over the next few days, I started playing with ideas. I ended up with not one, but three possible poems for my image.
First this :
Last leaf reflects
Saying to herself
‘I look grand in gold’.
But, the one I finally settled on was this:
one final pirouette.
I’m hoping it captures that image I have (though didn’t get to see) of that leaf finally letting go and spiraling down to the ground.
Sometimes, a poem doesn’t come until it’s ready . You can’t force it – you have to
leave it leaf it alone until it’s ready. Thanks for helping it along though, Carol.