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

[JohnL]

It is some time since I reviewed the previous chapter speaking of summer. Now autumn's sensations are well, yet economically described here - of course, only the description of the scene is economic - Autumn doesn't know the meaning of the word!
John

[Samith Pich]

why was passion with a capital P. this poem read better with more readings, it does require patience lol

intensely lovely imagery :)

thankyou.

[Touché Armada]

Hehehe, yep, I took 73 pics of the same little insect today, to get just four shots that were not blurred beyond recognition.. And it happened to be scarlet and gold, and there I think was problem aside from a breeze shuffling at the wrong time over and over, its luminescence was also playing havoc I think. Totally away from the topic I know... But its such a similar picture =) ... Patience.

[*SacredWriter*]

Its very visual
I actually pictured myself as the character
of the poem. Very well written and of course
a beautiful write ^_^

[darkgurl]

This is a very beautiful write here as well as colorful, like this it's very well written.....Kim

[Angelic Darkness]

This is a beautiful piece strewn with lush colors.

It seems though in this poem you took the time and
patience to really see the going ons around you...and it
felt calm. AD

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love to lay on my back and look into the changing foliage in the fall; the colors, textures and motion are a great show; like slow motion fireworks. nice poem here

[Mariah]

Wow. The fact that you can convey so much in so few words truly amazes me.

I had to reread it, but it clicked the second time through.

The imagery in this poem is simply phenomenal. I love it.

'scarlet and gold hues
intensifying above me'

[JP thinks the WC is apt..]

'Intensifying', what a perfectly chosen word for the onset of autumn. I really liked this. I do tend to baulk when I see poems about changing seasons because there seems nothing new to say. But this, I love, for its fresh look. I like the idea of a sacrifice of leaves too.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Though it may change I really it the way it is... the sense that something are worth waiting for and when arrive find a beautiful place in your heart.