autumn warmth

the self same fields
that late last night
were glowing in the
autumn warmth
are this morning
deeply sleeping
in blankets
of mist and rime
across the hill
the village slowly
blinks its eyes
as blinds and
curtains drawn give
rather than receive
the morning light
and still the Rhine flows
relentless to the sea
and in this misty corner
where the sun still hiding
brings our vines to harvest
I wonder if my life ahead
will turbulent as the river be
or shall I climb in peace
the wooded hills
through clinging mist
to raise my arms
towards the sun
and embrace
the wonderment
of being





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2009-10-17 at 18:40

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protean
your writing astounds me...it is truly a privilege to read your words. thank you.
2009-11-15



This flows in a persistent, meditative way. I love: "mist and rime". I love the idea of "autumn and warmth" joined in this way. You wonder what lays ahead is written in an accepting way—what will be, will be. There is peacefulness in this poem.
2009-10-24



This flows in a persistent, meditative way. I love: "mist and rime". I love the idea of "autumn and warmth" joined in this way. You wondering of what lays ahead is written in an accepting way—what will be, will be. There is peacefulness in this poem.
2009-10-24


Rob Graber
What lies ahead: turbulent river, or peaceful hills? Wonderful metaphors fill this poem!
2009-10-17


NicholasG
If the mind's eye was the ticket to the top you'd have ticket in hand Peter.
Bravo.
Nick
2009-10-17