Monday, November 15, 2010

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 



5 comments:

  1. This is really lovely -- it reminded me of the reverence in which Henry David Thoreau spoke of the Concord woods and Walden Woods.
    Perfect picture to accompany the poem.
    joanny

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  2. ..what cannot be restored..
    this..is the poem for me
    a leap taken here into a universal truth
    wonderful and peaceful
    keep 'em coming

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  3. 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.....

    Rick

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  4. Rick,

    Nice contrast between warm colors and breath vapor -- the 'edge' of this!

    Trulyfool

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  5. I really like "on the chill of warm November colors". Lovely little piece, Rick.

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