Falling Leaves

All things fade in time.
Like leaves falling from a great tree,
Our memories fade away too.
Each year being replenished,
Like new leaves budding on the great tree.
Old memories, no longer needed,
Wither away like last year’s leaves.
Even the great tree will fade one day,
And so does our mind.
As the tree begins to fade away,
I imagine, it can’t help
But be nostalgic
For the leaves of long ago.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

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  1. Ah, but some memories do not fade, as much as we would like them too 😉

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  2. Yes, wish some memories would disappear. No such luck it seems. But have you ever looked at a really big tree and stop and wonder how much life it has seen? Always think along the lines of events not memories. Which i suppose are kind of the same? now i am going to look at a tree and think about it’s memories!! Great poem. ;). I love writing which makes me think.

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    • Cody McCullough

       /  February 23, 2013

      Thank you for your kind words. Living in Oregon, I am surrounded by trees, which I imagine is where I got the inspiration for this poem.

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  3. That was so lovely, I shared it. Thank you.

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  4. Efectivamente los recuerdos se caen de la mente, igual que las hojas de un árbol. Fantástico hacer un símil a partir de la naturaleza. Porque al no equivocarse ésta, salen las mejores comparaciones.
    Un abrazo.

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    • Cody McCullough

       /  August 20, 2014

      Encontraste uno de mis poemas favoritos. Buen trabajo. Me alegro de que te haya gustado. La naturaleza puede ser muy inspirador a veces. Gracias por tu comentario.

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  5. Loretta Maio

     /  August 20, 2014

    Todo se desvanece… mas ello da lugar al renuevo, y eso es necesario para el curso de la vida. Lo que fue, fue ya; ¿qué vendrá luego?

    ¡Un abrazo!

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    • Cody McCullough

       /  August 20, 2014

      Me gustan los abrazos. Gracias por poner una sonrisa en mi cara.

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      • Loretta Maio

         /  August 21, 2014

        Gracias a ti por tu amabilidad.

        Feliz día 🙂

  6. “Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
    Des jours heureux où nous étions amis.
    En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle,
    Et le soleil plus brûlant qu’aujourd’hui.
    Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle.
    Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié… [“Les feuilles mortes”. Yves Montand]

    Stunning poem!… I love the poetic imaginary and the way those leaves might be linked to Past Itself!… Best wishes. Aquileana 😀

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    • Cody McCullough

       /  March 8, 2015

      Thank you for sharing the Yves Montand excerpt. I looked him up and listened to him sing “Les feuilles mortes”. It is a great piece. I am grateful that you turned me on to him, and that you like this poem.

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