gentle, gentle (New Poem!)
cars stopping in the middle of the street
to watch the geese march by
gentle, gentle are the hands
from windows protruding fly
struck reverent for this sign
of seasons turning tide
watching innocents find shelter
in man's halting glide
wonder, sadly, briefly
should it be my stride
would cars allow me passage
or play fowl games on hide
Yesterday, I saw yellowing leaves fall from trees, and I saw Canada geese flying through. Fall is coming. And, you know, I think I'm ready for it.
Love and Lyte,
Fire Lyte
another wonderful poem. have you ever though of putting some together for a book? I would buy it.
ReplyDeleteIt's been like fall in the UK for a long time, it's the best time of the year.
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