Autumn winds rustle at loose and falling leaves.
The absence of rushing water is peaceful
but unnatural, a dry season indeed.
None of that matters as I stop,
taking in all that shimmers of fall around me.
I pause, to enjoy what I otherwise would miss.
"I pause, to enjoy what I otherwise would miss."
ReplyDelete-That, to me, is in a nutshell what poetry is for.
Stop and pause for a second and never know what one might see, nice write!
ReplyDeletei am glad you made that pause...i would much rather hear the ripple of water...i find it soothing...but a pause will certainly work...smiles.
ReplyDeleteoh man, I wish it was fall here! pausing, stopping, is where all the good stuff is revealed in my experience.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images. I live near a river but this year has been a wet one with 60 feet of snow in the Sierra. But we do need those pauses to reflect. Thanks you for sharing it at dVerse. Victoria
ReplyDeleteAn excellent capture of a moment and a feeling, as well as a word-painting of nature, peaceful but unnatural--a more sombre undertone.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I really appreciate the thoughts!
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