Late afternoon
I lay in the yellow grass
under an old baobab tree
A tiny dry leaf
drifts in the vibrating air
and lands on my hand
Marking the exact moment
when I left my heart
in the care of this savannah.
Late afternoon
I lay in the yellow grass
under an old baobab tree
A tiny dry leaf
drifts in the vibrating air
and lands on my hand
Marking the exact moment
when I left my heart
in the care of this savannah.
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Sweet!
Sometimes I feel like that…miss my time in Africa.
Wonderful tribute – is that a baobab tree in the photo?
Thanks Marsha! Yes this is an African baobab tree with almost no leaves at the time.
Stunning. I find myself intrigued by this baobab tree – perhaps I am losing me heart to it, too?
Thanks Melody. I was always fascinated by them, leaves or no leaves, when I lived in Africa.
Oh, don’t we just, leave our hearts behind! Or little pieces of them. It’s a wonder I still have any of mine left 😉
It’s good to have a “big” heart so we can leave pieces behind to remain connected and still feel whole 🙂
We do need big hearts. You are right.
Absolutely beautiful. Made me feel like I was right there, looking up at those lovely branches and watching a leaf fall to my hand. I lost my heart to this post! Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Gina
Thanks Gina! I definitely left a piece of my heart there.