The sunlight paints
the scattering of fallen
and resting leaves
Bearing colors I cannot name
that effortlessly change
so dreamily, mysteriously
As a soft and innocent wind
caresses
the enduring branches above me
who regard me silently
And nature’s display haunts
yet it cares not
of my understanding
Though suddenly
wonderfully
my heart stills itself
as I contemplate
my state of being
Am I awake
or
am I merely dreaming
Am I hoping
or
am I truly seeing
For the first time
the things my heart
does not know how to say
The utter beauty
of this fleeting day
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Author:
A.H. Browning (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is raw and unpolished. I made the decision to just write and not do my usual editing. I just wanted to get these thoughts out, before I lost the emotions that prompted this. Thank you for reading this mess. The older I get, it seems the days, weeks, months and years just go by so much quicker. Fleeting days…
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Ah - an inspiring first read of my day dear poet and thank you for sharing it. Your words of contemplation need no further polishing as they convey a warm feeling of nature's beauty that heals by stillness. These thoughts will go into my list of favourite reads for sure my friend.
You are so kind. May you be blessed in everything for your kind words. I wrote this very quickly, so as not to lose focus. You are so correct and I get so busy with “life” that I often forget that, as you so rightly said, “nature's beauty that heals by stillness”. Thank you very much for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.
What a lovely thing to read. Thank you x
Thank you for reading and commenting. It’s almost a new year. Hope yours is great.
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