by Peter Humphreys

the air is filled
the road’s laden
with golden
yes, browning leaves
I walk through, jump over, roll in and kick
like the child
I was, I am and I will be
I pray
this gift of beauty
O rare harbinger of winter
I care not what it be
for child is father of the man
and aging though I am
it matters not
a child I be
when honesty remains


Author's Note: Inspired by Wordsworth's poem, 'My heart leaps up' (1802)

Posted on 10/19/2020
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/16/20 at 02:48 AM

Love autumn, loved this poem. The marvel of leaves and their unique shadings each fall - it is rare somehow, though expected or maybe hoped for, the pulse increases and once again I am awed. I read Wordsworth's poem - a fine inspiration for this one, Peter.

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