Love is shining armored knights braving deadly dragons at swordpoint.
Love is a lightning strike, unexpected and straight to the heart.
Love is caramel corn, sticky-sweet-gooey-crunchy-salty, making your teeth ache.
Love is an old family recipe, carefully handed down, timeless in its simplicity and perfection.
Love is little spoon, and big spoon, too.
Love is a straight-jacket in a padded room.
Love is a helpless addiction, needmoreneedmore.
Love is paying bills, bank account dwindling until payday.
Love is the smell of freshly brewed coffee at seven am, deeply inhaled before eyes open.
Love is a firm handshake, a signed merger, an exchange of strength and trust.
Love is molten lava chocolate cake, stomach full yet always room for one more bite.
Love is an empty home after a scary movie, every sound and shadow carrying the unknown.
Love is the sharp edge of a blade, harm so easily inflicted without careful handling.
Love is the chemical release of lips against lips.
Love is a blanket and pillow on a rainy day.
Love is a safety deposit box, contents secure.
Love is grandchildren.
Love is a ghost, haunting long after life’s end.
Love is an empty easel, a paintbrush, and a limitless supply of color.
Love is a glacier, securely underfoot, mobile and massive, extending over the horizon.
Love is the rising of the sun, every day, no matter the season or weather.
Love is an autumn leaf, once green now richly red, carefully falling to the earth, giving life back to the tree, to grow and begin again.
my tribute to my sister Sheri, and her person, Heather
One thought on “Love is an Autumn Leaf”
Been led to lots of blogs with poetry on them while on the net. Some okay, some no thanks. But this poem I actually liked. Sums up the mix of profundity and humdrum of love in a way I could relate to. Nice work. Would be good to see if you could take it further and make the produndity and humdrum of love and the human condition even more intense. If so, I’d enjoy reading it. Seems like you have the basic skills.