Delicate & glorious, each leaf – beauty falling all around ~ softly, endlessly letting go and free-falling to earth . A golden carpet with growing depth fans out into a full mandala from where I stand.
First, my mother comes, wrapped in light winter garb; it is late for her, but such wonder and joy is contagious. I run inside; only light coaxing captivates my father as well. With his native american carved cane in hand, a wool scarf thrown lightly around his neck, he limps out ~ now the joy is witnessing smiles open their faces and light up their eyes ~ Pure presence is awesome and so precious.
An evening like this is, indeed, precious. Since there was so very little wind, the falling of amber leaves grew silent and took a pause here and there, then leaves began their descent again ~ I stayed outside until nearly midnight on my third visitation; sometimes now I close my eyes and fall into that magical timelessness all over again.
Etymology on Ginkgo: “Ancient Chinese records are surprisingly complete and describe the tree as ya-chio-tu, meaning a tree with leaves like a duck’s foot.” Ginkgoes have been known to live as long as 2,500 years!!” Many Blessings, Roxanna ~ www.vesselofvoices.com

