Being unfamiliar with the sky that surrounds, I shied away from it,
leaves, these leaves are a sole witness to the hues in me; why is it
that we are constantly shoved away from the child in us? The narrowing
streets, I am reminded of poetry by Frost during times like these, soon
the foliage around will alter from gold to brown – I have imagined them
like a garish quilt over the ground, perhaps if I saw them, I would write
verses half as brilliant as the ones before me.
We are constantly told to be different, to be bold, part of me wants to
breathe and close my eyes, perhaps observe the trees caught between
beauty and solemn earthy tones; we are so obsessed in keeping up with
the pace of the world that we forget to appreciate the small things, the
leaves have much to say about taking a more confident lead each day.
With footsteps forward
my dreams of soaring with gulls
will I remember?
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Kim is our hostess at dVerse where shes invites to write
about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the
ea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you
with a sense of wonder or awe. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Haibun Monday: Being but Human @ dVerse Poets Pub