Wanderer
passing through
slivers of place and time
unconsciously dropping pieces of
my heart
like bright red Japanese maple leaves
like seed pods
the memory of me
sometimes
floating away
on a draft
so many dry leaves
leaving only the lingering whiff
of crisp fall air
sometimes taking root
growing tender green tendrils
in the fertile hearts of others
a taste of sweet tart apple
that lingers
on the tongue
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Loved your metaphors!
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Thank you Kunal
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Beautiful Imagery, Christine!
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Thank you kind sir. Channeling some melancholy
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I could feel this one on my skin
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I think I am kind of oozing melancholy today
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I’m a bit there myself. At least you are poetic about it 😉
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Aren’t we supposed to suffer for our art?! Perhaps you and I are overachieving
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Oh my that made me laugh 🙂 thank you
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❤
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I love it!
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Thanks Sarah– sorry about the delayed response. You ended up in my spam folder.
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Uh oh. I hope I haven’t been flagged.
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I’m so often thinking of everything we leave behind, with others, in others’ hearts, in spaces.
Eyelashes, even… how many there are out there.
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Probably a frightening amount. . .
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“so many dry leaves/leaving only the lingering whiff/of crisp fall air”
Love this.
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Thanks you so much
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