by Leonard M Hawkes

Poetry can be
When the Eye sees,
And the soul Speaks.

Poetry can be
A heart song remembered--
Well-beyond memory;

Spring light through beech leaves—
Sunset o’er the salt marsh—
A wilderness lake ‘neath the moon—
Pulsing-blue-white winter stars—

And Shared.


Author's Note: . . . should anyone not know.

Posted on 03/04/2014
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/05/14 at 08:27 PM

So very nice and I still those Wyoming nights, those mountains, the Snake River all talking to me. And there I am trying to take it all in barely understanding.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/05/14 at 10:34 PM

Nature furnishes wonderful poetic thought. Enjoyed the read.

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