Blurring Boundaries

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fall leaves

They slipped over the border, refugees seeking asylum from cold, windy dusks. They don’t ask much, just to rest and fade in some warm, dry comfort. Their crispy, leathery husks lay around, here and there, nowhere really, in the stairwell to the basement by the side door, or near the front door. They don’t say a word, and I don’t mind having them.

They remind me of my comfort, being able to close doors and keep out Weather. I like having them, guests from another world, outside, from a place I experience only when I choose, for the most part. A place I can view through the live, TV screen of my window, watching the onieric scenes of tempest and flare or torpid, white heat or perhaps dreams of sugar plum fairies dancing across diamond sheets. From this cocoon my sun is just right, and frigid, locked air is just a thought, or a line in this phrase, but never asks me for my passport.

So these lost, migrant leaves may motel here freely , at least until my mother visits next week.

13 thoughts on “Blurring Boundaries”

  1. Oh G-
    I had no idea you were working the underground railroad for leaves. Do be careful. I’d hate for some big oak to come looking for you, getting you firmly in his clutches.

    Tell your mother, they’re your new servants.
    lhg

  2. The big oak is a good friend of mine. His 300 year old wisdom protects me and seeps into me when I let it, as he looms over my house, and several other houses nearby.
    GHL

  3. Hi Garnet,

    I saw that you had caught one of my unusual poems in my blog. That one was a first for me. …smile… I have perused your blog and I like your style and sense of style. I like the ways you combine words to convey feelings and thoughts. Yes, I will most definitely link you at my blog. Wonderful writing! Nice to meet you, Garnet.

    ~Anna

  5. You left a comment in my blog earlier, and, since you invited me, I’ve come to peek at your writings…or at least the intention was a quick peek, but I became hooked all too quickly.

    Thanks so much for stopping by. It’s a pleasure to “meet” you.

  8. I am strange and really enjoy raking leaves, but even more than raking them, I like leaving them just where they are. Occasionally the wind will pick up nature’s carpet and shake it out, setting it down elsewhere. Follow a leaf sometime, follow its journey from tree to ground as it flutters and twirls. It is often a long journey from where it starts to fly to where it comes to rest.

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