With Our Eyes Looking Up

New Will Come

While enjoying a walk with a friend on a cool, windy afternoon, I stopped to take a picture of dried out leaf petals hanging from thin stems of a tree. He asked me, “Why did you take a photo of that? What is it that you like about bare trees with old brown leaves?”

I think old brown leaves are beautiful. Every tree is a piece of art, wearing delicate leaves like jewelry. I like the frailty of the leaf petals that would crush easily in my hand, yet there is strength in each one with hanging on to the stem, even the brisk wind has not set it free. Look at each petal and see the life that lingers. I like the shimmer of sunlight through each petal. I love the different shades of brown and tan against a glorious bright blue sky. And I had to be looking up to see it, instead of looking down at the path we are walking on. When I notice the old dry and dying things, it makes me more aware that new will come. Don’t you see?

The wind was cold. My nose began to drip. He smiled and said, “I see.” We pulled our jackets tight around our neck and began to walk together with our eyes looking up.

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2 thoughts on “With Our Eyes Looking Up

  1. That first photo is especially beautiful. And I love that you call those petals. Because I believe those are seed pods–“helicopters” or “whirlygigs.” They’re filled with baby trees! Yes, brown and dead bring green and life!

    • Yes, they are seed pods. Too bad the wind wasn’t blowing hard enough for the “whirlygigs” to spin around. Thank you for the compliment!

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