by Richard Vince
There is an urgency in the sky;
An almost tangible energy
That quickens my heart
And my feet.
The trees feel it too:
Their outstretched limbs wave
To the clouds as they hurry by.
That same wind that propels
The clouds plays with my
Clothing and my tired breath,
So that I cannot ignore
The feeling of life around me.
The leaves are dying, but
I am living once again.
Posted on 01/03/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 01/03/11 at 11:20 PM|
I can feel this poem - very nice.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/04/11 at 04:15 PM|
Yes! The falling leaves do not mean death, just a shift in how one lives - nicely put. I like how this begins with energy observed that gives you energy. Love the last two lines.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/05/11 at 05:24 PM|
Perfect. The ending couldn't have been stated any better.
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/07/11 at 12:02 AM|
Beautiful. As always.
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/07/11 at 08:33 PM|
"The leaves are dying, but
I am living once again
A brilliant verse to rock the mind! Love this style as I write like this often! Excellent dude!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/09/11 at 04:01 PM|
Although I prefer September and October, this poem certainly reinforces why fall is my favorite time of year. Thanks for that Richard. Excellent close off also.
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/10/11 at 01:41 PM|
it seems that more leaves die in the summer here in the desert, but this piece brings to memory the "real" falls i've had in the past.