fall’s fluff

: Credit: Pat Sadler

: Credit: Max Anteby

Here, fluff flies upward
in soft blizzards aswirl
with seed-anchored parachutes
calling us to cavort
across meadow and field; while you
walk in city street, autumn’s first fluffy flakes
falling soft at your feet
silencing and still.

swb

9 thoughts on “fall’s fluff”

Love the contrast of this silence in the busy city setting…poignant, Sarah.

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sarahwbartlett on November 30, 2012 at 12:04 am said:

Thanks for your comment, Hannah. I seem drawn to contrasts like this!!

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- Hannah Gosselin on November 30, 2012 at 12:06 am said:
  
  I find it especially striking because of a conversation I had with a poet and then my sister about stillness and silence being a bridge to realization and understanding. So your image was so vivid in my mind! 🙂
- sarahwbartlett on November 30, 2012 at 12:45 am said:
  
  Love that phrase – stillness/silence as bridge to realization/understanding. I know s/s as the place growth occurs; the space between the in- and out-breath; a necessity for living. Hadn’t visualized it as a bridge per se. Something to ponder!! Thanks, Hannah.
- Hannah Gosselin on November 30, 2012 at 12:57 am said:
  
  Yes, I’m so glad this came up…for a third time today…a number of confirmation and something I seek to be more present for…these s/s places that bring growth. Yes…thank you, Sarah.
- sarahwbartlett on December 1, 2012 at 7:44 pm said:
  
  Three’s a definite sign. What does it say to you?
- Hannah Gosselin on December 1, 2012 at 8:45 pm said:
  
  It says I need to slow down for those still bridges so that I can learn what I need to learn or perhaps get more connected with peace in this busy world.