whisper when i stop

i stand alone on resurrection
ground under a crescent moon

it is warm for november     these days
the seasons move in inches…slower

tonight against a blue black mountain
i count those that have left

bones scattered but memories held
together like a daisy chain pressed

in the family bible tucked away
waiting to be discovered     one day

remembered    touched by a child’s hands
on some summer sunday

i walk on sacred ground under
a new moon never casting a shadow

hear only the sounds of dry leaves
the color of copper rake together when I walk

nothing but the wind’s
whisper     when i stop

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9 Responses to whisper when i stop

  1. hendergurlie says:

    Wow…

  2. whypaisley says:

    tender,, almost whispy… a very well plotted ‘walk’..

  3. maurie says:

    what a gentle and tender , well structed piece/nice.

  4. johemmant says:

    This reminds me of your early poetry…….and by that I mean the stuff you were writing when I first found you *grin*. Very beautiful.

  5. S.L. Corsua says:

    Scenery, season, solitude, reflection — all here in this deep breath of a poem. Cheers.

  6. Julie says:

    Beautiful. Now here’s a good poem of place.

  7. Scot says:

    thanks all who read this piece

  8. christine says:

    Yes, what Julie said, a gorgeous poem of place, from the leaves, the mountains, the dark, and the future sunny day. Beautiful.

  9. Vincent says:

    Masterly observation, evocation of scene and bringing out the depth of experience

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