Expectant
The path beckons me Forward comes in daily steps Fresh, alive, in breaths of thought. Journey seems futile Like chipping ice from a berg That will never melt. As leaves fall and… Continue reading
The path beckons me Forward comes in daily steps Fresh, alive, in breaths of thought. Journey seems futile Like chipping ice from a berg That will never melt. As leaves fall and… Continue reading
Splashed against the shore Restless waves flow upon leaves Autumn breeze blows here. Rest comes in moments A pause with eyes closed brings peace Reluctant to leave. Paula Antonello Moore, poetry. Copyright: Tuesday… Continue reading
I’m not ready yet for you to go. I noticed too late. I missed your show. Your colour abundance showered about. I caught a mere glimpse swaying down to the ground. I longed… Continue reading
I do not like it when a tree becomes as naked as can be and shakes me up, it brings such woe to see those branches empty blow when arms become mere twigs… Continue reading
Leaf breezy thee I’m overwhelmed you see Your colours rain on me I cannot let things be Red there said With Vibrancy overhead Such glory, soul is fed I take it all to… Continue reading
i see a tree. it beckons me, to share a spree, and stay merry. it is a plea that cannot be, to stand so free just like that tree. places to be! so… Continue reading
Along the path, the swirl of colour draped throughout my day, It paced itself with every breath, it danced as it did sway. I marveled at its beauty, and the silence was complete,… Continue reading
The sun danced as it tilted upward and took notice. It swayed. The breeze was soothing and embraced it as it watched from up above. There was movement below too, rapid and noisy.… Continue reading