Satya's prompt today is to write about 'an object that is showing signs of age and impermanence', and she quotes Robert Bly:
It is not our job to remain whole.
We come to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots.
Paper-thin skin, protruding veins,
Where's that young, spring leaf
Of a girl?
beautiful words Claire! and I liked the photos in the previous post too!
ReplyDeleteThank you - rather wabi-sabi, I thought :)
DeleteAnd yes, there are some great silhouettes in the previous post!