Leaf Left Behind

This is a painting I did in High School that I call Longing Window. The "ghosts" were originally supposed to be shadows, but my teacher wouldn't let me keep them that way. The leaves in the windows are partially based off of a poem I had written around the same time.

The leaves are blowing;

I dread their going.

Their beauty, their laughter,

their song, and their life.

Never to come back and stay,

to meet me in the crevice.

One by one they fly,

twirling, and dancing in joy.

Sometimes their colors meet mine,

a cruel trick of the winds.

Maybe I'll escape one day,

only to find them farther still,

and out of reach,

along their dance among the trees.