did you know that hope can fall like an oak leaf in october, slowly dancing its way to death as it is let go of, and be reimagined rebelieved rehoped in the spring. — a metamorphosis of hope. © Liezel Graham 2018.
october, i want to pick you up by your crisp russet edges, inhaling your heady fragrance of mould and decay, and tuck you into the breast pocket of my coat, within beating distance of my heart, a reminder of how to let go. — talisman. © Liezel Graham 2018.
the wild cherry tree that stands sentinel below my kitchen window, had until today, lost all her leaves, but two. and all morning long i kept watch over her labour as i rinsed the remains of give-us-our-daily-bread from plates, and somewhere between brewing tea and folding laundry, she let go of the last signs of... Continue Reading →