The week you were born
the leaves turned to greet you
and welcome you to this world.
A few days later those same leaves
fell for you, and so did I.
And this is how life is,
nature echoing our existence-
it is in these moments, when words are not enough,
that we walk past a tree
blazing orange and red and I am grateful
you can see the way you are loved.
October has always been my favorite month. Happy Birthday, little man. 🙂
Aishling! This is so good! Oh my God! You hit my heart just right, like Mary Oliver or Rumi or Rilke! Gah!
Thank you for these comments. It’s so nice to know people are reading these.
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