This time of year, I can’t watch a single leaf spiraling to earth without thinking of a certain special poem by E.E. Cummings …
Strung together like a necklace of cranberries on a thread, his letters make up what I consider to be the most exquisite little poem I’ve ever encountered:
Oh, friends … may we view each fluttering leaf as a reminder that there are a great many people in our lives who may be lonelier than we know.
Let’s love them well, and invite a few cold souls into the firelight of our winter hearths. ❤