The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.
Images again made at Oak Grove Cemetery located in Paducah, KY.
I was nearly finished with my afternoon shooting when the magnolia tree captured my attention. It struck me how the fallen leaves and seed pods looked like floral offerings that might have been left for one who had passed on.
Perhaps having just returned from visiting my Father, and knowing the deep, deep loneliness and emptiness he still feels as a result of Mother’s death over two years ago, has made me more aware or observant while visiting the cemetery.
This series of images (presented in the past few posts) that were made in the cemetery might be considered grim or “dark” by some. It is my hope you feel the beauty, reverence, and respect that was intended.