patience

not where this was supposed to go

I thought I might walk out

this morning and bear witness

to the Passion

of the leaves on Big Hill.

 

I paused under the wise old oak.

Sat long and wondering

and my endurance was blessed

by scarlet and gold hues

intensifying above me.

Author's Note

I got caught up in the dynamic between patience and passion one day

Reviews

[Antony]

A season of change, it seems to be, looking in the distance, beyond tomorrow for that passion.........that change. We wait patiently, only to find that it is there, in our own backyard........ we only needed to look for its colorful presence.
This is how I read this Emily and as always your words make us think, that is a good thing. You and nature are truely connected.

Tony

[paul]

you have a way with words, like nobody else

[Robin]

there is a point where passion awakens, takes its breath , a pause of anticipation , then the unfolding ..

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... this truly is a remarkably beautiful and intense verse ... profundity and ravishing poetry accomplished with such few words ... spectacular verse ...

[Alicante lullaby]

beautiful...

[i'mHiding]

Beautiful :)

[Dana Kathryn]

I love this!! Very sweet and very well written!

[Scarlet Pulse]

I thought your poem was very interesting. I wanted more details. The last stanza is great and it is a private moment for you. Great job.

[Phibby Venable]

very beautiful! very.

[Zane Mathias]

but never the less it is a great depiction of autum!! GReat right love the flow. B.P.

[Jibey]

Richly rewarding, your passion blends in with the colourful leaves, that flare and then fall...