Whisper of fall leaves still has appeal


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Michele Zirkle Marcum - Guest Columnist



Even though colorful leaf bags today are more attractive than the black trash bags I filled when I was a kid, the appeal of the leaves themselves hasn’t changed a bit.

I remember burrowing into the pile of gorgeous reds and oranges piled along the curb, the lower layer damp against my bare legs as I listened, hoping they would whisper to me — share a secret of the universe that only I would be privy too. I felt safely tucked into the Earth’s womb.

That is until I heard the squeal of brakes and a car door slamming. I exploded through the crunchy oneness with nature, the shrill voice of my mom reaching me. “What in tarnation are you thinking, girl? Hiding in a pile of leaves in the road! Good way to get yourself killed!”

I only wanted to become one with the Earth, not have to die to do it. Lucky for me, I was always on the move, not even laying still as I hid from the neighborhood kid who was on the seek end of the game.

Yesterday, as a handful of discarded leaves from my maple tree drifted across the yard, they seemed to whisper that a change is coming, not just for them, but for me too. I want to believe them. Breaking into a writing career is my dream, but I remain tethered to the safety of teaching it.

Knowing when to stay still and when to move is a skill I still haven’t mastered, but I have learned to appreciate the power of stillness — the power of timeliness in our creations.

So rake in your creation. The leaves will fall when they are ready and all you have to do is jump!

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Michele Zirkle Marcum

Guest Columnist

Michele Zirkle Marcum is a native of Meigs County and an author. Her column will appear each Tuesday in Ohio Valley Publishing.

Michele Zirkle Marcum is a native of Meigs County and an author. Her column will appear each Tuesday in Ohio Valley Publishing.

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