upon leaves
I walk lightly
and with reverence
upon leaves,
careful not to
disturb what
cannot be
restored.
on the chill of
warm November
colors I follow
my vapored breath
through the
forest.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
This is really lovely -- it reminded me of the reverence in which Henry David Thoreau spoke of the Concord woods and Walden Woods.
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joanny
..what cannot be restored..
ReplyDeletethis..is the poem for me
a leap taken here into a universal truth
wonderful and peaceful
keep 'em coming
Thank you, Joanny and Suz. Isn't is unnerving yet a comfort to walk through the fallen leaves hearing only a rustle beneath your feet and your own breathing? I IS peaceful.....
ReplyDeleteRick
Rick,
ReplyDeleteNice contrast between warm colors and breath vapor -- the 'edge' of this!
Trulyfool
I really like "on the chill of warm November colors". Lovely little piece, Rick.
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