breathing back to life
it was a shapely leaf
seemingly frozen on the asphalt
burnt orange and brown
with spots of faded yellow
and streaks of barn red
I happened upon it strictly
by accident as I crawled
on my hands and knees
searching for a place to sleep
through the dead of winter
picking it up carefully
I cupped it gently in my hands
cold to the touch like the
thinnest of glass
fragile like fairy wings
as it warmed in my palms
I blew on its outer edges
its unforgiving blades shuddering
like a little baby bird
or a big colorful butterfly
october two thousand sixteen
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jdubqca 
Beautiful words- a fitting way to begin October
elated you think so – thank you very much!
Profound.
In some ways, bringing someone else back to life, or saving someone in some way, is a means of bringing yourself back to life.
thank you…do you write poetry?
I play with words and hook a “poetry” label on my posts. 🙂 But I wouldn’t really say I write poetry.
I see you have a blogspot website but it’s by invitation only…if you wish to invite me my email is jdubqca@gmail.com
Bjorn gave me your blog address when I asked for a list of poets I should read. I’ve been reading you ever since.
That’s very brave of you.
Sure. But be warned. I’m weird. It’s weird. It’s a zany little island of more nonsense than anything else. 🙂
okay thanks I will check it out
Wonderful John…that must be the best autumn poem I’ve read this year, and so original too!! 🙂
Thanks so very much, Suzy.