#thelastleaf

She was #TheLastLeaf of the generation that helped raise me. (📸: 1st Birthday in Covina, CA — Tia Fea, Grandpa, Mama Ita, Grandma, & Me) The Last Leaf BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SR. I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o’er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, “They are gone.” The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said— Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago— That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. (at Covina, Calif) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZH_lQxvYw24RqUdTDyZXoAbJk8AhM8ZCMpG3o0/?utm_medium=tumblr

Still so proud of this song...one of my favorites. Songwriting has always been a part of my heart and soul. A craft to be respected and an incredibly powerful artform and medium. As more leaves are falling off of the trees and we begin to turn the page from November to December, I love to lose myself in the story we told in our song The Last Leaf. Look at the trees around you, there's always just one leaf that hangs on with all its might. This song is for them. And for us. #blackmoresnight #autumn #thelastleaf #november #december #letgo #autumnleaves https://www.instagram.com/p/CIMWALNMZb7/?igshid=14npz4dvbkma9

O.Henry: "I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves." https://americanliterature.com/author/o-henry/short-story/the-last-leaf

"oh the springtime is here again, buds and blossoms abound...promises of future days and new life that is all around..." #lyrics #blackmoresnight #thelastleaf #spring #springtime #rensissancerock #corset #flowers #blonde #singer https://www.instagram.com/candice.night/p/BwTicsFBkmz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wtsctw1wjrot