asakiyume: (autumn source)
Thin and sharp, edges honed to keen points?

Broad and wide, a surface on which others may place their needs, but a bit battered and stained?

Round and open-lobed, expansively and graciously symmetrical?

Anemone-like, your parts drifting across each other, more to you than you can account for or control?

(Feel free to respond with a different oak leaf that represents you today)

asakiyume: (dewdrop)






May I offer you a plate of rain?

oak leaf and raindrops


asakiyume: (autumn source)
Neighbors were talking about when leaves fall (some early, some late), and one said, "My father always used to say about oak leaves, 'They don't like to fall until they smell the [Thanksgiving] turkey in the oven.'"

(Some hang on longer; they wait until the next generation come along and give them a push.)

Also: catch a falling leaf and you can make a wish, but what if a falling leaf catches you, and hangs on? This happened to me the other day. Does it get a wish?

oak leaves

Nov. 4th, 2015 06:46 pm
asakiyume: (autumn source)






I like the white-oak leaves because each one has individual variation.





If I get to looking at them (or snapping pictures), then I end up thinking, "Oh that one--and that one--and that one."

Are they people and the tree is their nation? They seem more that way than they do like, oh, say, strands of hair that might fall from someone's head, or like skin cells sloughing off.

... Of course, no one thing is perfectly analogous to any other thing, so there's that too.

The red-oak leaves are pointy. This one is from a pin oak. It's very elegant in and of itself (so I took its picture), but en masse, the red-oak leaves aren't, for me, as interesting. But if I had a more discerning eye, I could maybe tell individuality even among red-oak leaves.




asakiyume: (autumn source)
The oak leaves are starting to fall. If there's even a little breeze, they travel, and they do it by spinning round, like maple-seed helicopters, or by becoming tiny sails and moving straight forward, and sometimes by sashaying side-to-side, like a person enjoying the feel of their hips. They're hard to catch, dipping away just when you think you might grab one: "uh-uh-ohh, no-no!" they seem to say.

There was a family out raking their lawn together: a mother, father, grandmother, and little toddler. The mother clapped a falling oak leaf in her hands and I clapped for her success and gave her the thumbs up, and she smiled and waved.

[livejournal.com profile] wakanomori caught a red-oak leaf and asked me to carry it home with me (he was going on a longer run than I was), and on my way back, I caught a white-oak leaf. The various species of red oaks have pointy leaves; the white oaks have rounded ones. Friendship between red and white! (In Japan, those are the two sides that are always fighting each other.)


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