The river is now collecting
yellow leaves.
They are falling and giving
a kind of grace
to the woman watching.
She listens for their joining,
the welcome reception,
the soft touch of
leaf upon water,
the easy change of life.
Accepting the new direction.
Living in the present.
Carried by the gentle current
to a new place
of awareness.
Grateful for this
fragment of time
flowing by without words,
she accepts the grace given,
watches more leaves land on the river.
One leaf
~its petiole pointing toward Heaven~
touches her soul gently,
like a future prayer
that could be answered.
© 2014 Richard Havenga
"One leaf ~ its petiole pointing toward Heaven ~ touches her soul gently, like a future prayer that could be answered." From: "Future Prayer" by Poetographer Richard Havenga @ Walk With Father Nature: http://walkwithfathernature.blogspot.com/2014/11/future-prayer.html
ReplyDeleteThere she was like a dew on the petal uniting with sunlight, dazzling my heart.
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Sincerely yours,
Tabassum.Tahmina.Shagufta Hussein
This poem is so striking & moving! It brought tears to my eyes just now. Congratulations on getting not published in Blue Heron Review.
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