Beneath a cloudless sky,
A noon day sun permeates
Without the whispering wind.
I behold the maple, every leaf in tangerine.
Can gravity be long denied?
The first fluttering leaf breaks free,
Doing a few silent somersaults enroute
Before skittering gently across the uneven bricks,
Finally nudging up against the back of my sleeping dog.
Observing and listening in silence feeds the soul.
What a beautiful poem! I can visualize the scene in all its sleepy splendour. This line is so incredibly true: "Observing and listening in silence feeds the soul." I tend to do that a fair amount.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could experience the cool autumn air with leaves tumbling noiselessly.
DeleteLoving this one especially as it's such a contrast from today's weather here in Cornwall- torrential rain and high winds.:-))
ReplyDeleteI hope it is sunny today. High winds destroy autumn's gentle gifts of falling leaves.
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