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 
❤️ … so, so lovely
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Thank you Carla!
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Lovely I like this and its complimentary image.
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Thank you Adnama!
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You are welcome.
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☺❤
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Путешествия – это невероятное удовольствие!
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В самом деле
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This was a great poem to read!
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I am so glad you enjoyed it
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Where the wanderer has passed, what has been touched remains touched, however lightly.
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Beautifully poetic response
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – a trail, not of breadcrumbs, but of memories.
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Thank you for the reblog
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