Sunday, October 6, 2024

Picture Perfect Leaves

Trapeze

It leans on me, this changing season,
breathless as these old photographs

under the lamp. White smiles will
smile forever; the tossed ball is fixed in

space and will not move, nor will
divers, diving, ever touch water.

Even the leaves outside my window
do not move. Gilded now, they pose:

picture perfect leaves posing for me---
or for whoever, looking up, tomorrow,

might happen to see their trapeze act:
the wave to the crowd, a flutter and

spins in rising air for the letting go;
then the vertiginous game with sudden

wind, yellow skirts lifted in spiraling
exuberance before the plummet.


By Dorothea Tanning (1910 – 2012)
American poet and artist
Found in her book Coming to That

Quoted also on my recent post:
Grandmothers in the Stars
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