My Poetic Path

My journey…shared in poems, prose and photos.


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Green Leaves and a Classic Poem

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 A tree that may in summer wear

 A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

 Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

                 

Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

                        

PS: I’ve been thinking about this beautiful poem during the past couple of weeks; while anticipating the start of Autumn. Lines from the poem come to me throughout the day as I look out at the still green leaves on the trees here.

A poem that I remember from grade school too, one we had to memorize. 😉

I hope you enjoy re-reading this beautiful classic too.


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Autumn…where are you???

Still no sign of Autumn’s arrival here in Interior BC. 😦

I’m waiting to take some new Autumn photos but for now, will have to wait. It seems that summer weather is going to prevail for a while, in the daytime that is. The nights are getting cool though.

In the meantime, here’s a favorite and popular poem from the archives to celebrate my favorite season.

Has Fall arrived where you are? 

                      

Poem for Autumn

               

Season of splendour.

As Mother Earth gently rests her weary head.

Preparing for the long sleep ahead.

                        

The Stillness:

Harbinger to the winter chill.

But for now…

Nature’s paintbrush is busy.

With brilliant palette of crimson and gold.

The forest ablaze with color.

As the late summer sun still warms the days.

                     

My favourite season.

It’s beauty far surpassing the others.

A time for awakenings and endings.

Like no other.

A joy to once again rediscover.

                         

We  are reminded of another year’s passing.

Of changes, inevitable.

Required in all things.

And to everything there is a season,

and a reason we will find,

for all.

                        

Autumn.

It’s loveliness and wonder endures.

It’s arrival.

Always a feast for the senses.

A gilded gift we receive.

To dazzle and delight.

                           

We put away our thoughts.

Of the cold days ahead.

There is so much to enjoy right now.

Inspiring us.

Autumn’s timeless magic to behold.

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GHH © 2000. Revised 2008/2011.