a morning leaf

I have come here
to rest
to restore
I am the only one here

first the deepest
scarlet
then intense red
giving way to
an orange that
would quench a
thirsty world

sitting by the window
writing this
the light pours in
blinding me
as a golden rod

sharp shadows
of my face
silhouette
the wall

o the silence
the silence of it all

you could hear
a leaf fall





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2014-02-11 at 22:24

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Quiet moments like this refuel us (but only if we have learned to see Nature the way you clearly have). Sadly, I know some people who never really see the turning leaves or the glory of a goldenrod--they pass them by absorbed in noise. Silence really can be golden.
2014-02-13


NicholasG
Bittersweet Peter, as they are cutting down nearly all the trees in our park these days, due to the ash-borer bugs.
I enjoyed this, it is really lovely.
2014-02-13


Nabeela Altaf
Amazing!
2014-02-13


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful Peter, the changing colours and the silence of it all - this is quiet communion of great pleasure to read

Elle x
2014-02-12



I could feel that moment of communion with nature. This is very special. Good poem.
Ashe
2014-02-11