Winter: a time when something old comes to an end and something new is waiting to awaken. This is the story of a Leaf that does not want to detach itself from the old Life and learns what happens when it surrenders to the pulsation of Life. It is a true story. It is the title of the text collection 'La feuille qui ne voulait pas tomber de l'arbre' from Kerstin Chavent. Merci pour a traduction de mon texte!
Autumn was here. The cool morning fog rose later and later to make way for a pale Sun. The smell of smoke lay in the air and filled it with a hunch of long evenings at the fire and lonely seclusion. Slowly the foliage of the Trees took on the colours of the embers: flaming red, bright yellow, warm orange.
The majestic Lime Tree with the heart-shaped crown next to the church let go of the leaves they had inhabited during the warm season and sent them on journeys. One by one they sailed down into the unknown.
All, but not one. Every time the wind blew, it clung to its Branch with growing desperation. It trembled, it shuddered, and it never tired of repeating itself: Hopefully it will hold! Hopefully I won't fall! It couldn't think of anything else! It could not see how the birds gathered for the great journey to the south. It did not feel the gentle breeze of the last warming Days and the comforting caress of the Sun's rays. It did not hear the humming of the late insects dancing around the Sun.
During the rainy Days, when the Leaves became heavy and shiny, it trembled anxiously at its thread of Life, which it felt became thinner and thinner. It feared the Days of the wind that dried it and made it even more vulnerable. At the slightest breeze it felt panic-stricken and watched its last neighbours gradually disappear, revealing a skeleton-like branchwork.