A Small Poem About Leaves
feeling their way to ground
sliding in frisson
to settle softly.
Winter's little death,
a backdrop for sleep.
This is a small poem. I often write in shorter forms, the smaller and more compact forms speak to speak to me more readily. I find that the smaller forms are often a fitting form for poems of and around nature. They seem to take a picture of a scene, much like a camera would. So that, when reading these pieces in smaller forms. I often think that visualization is important.
I hope that this small piece resonates with you in some small way and that it inspires you to look at something in your life in a new way.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
Image Credit » My own. Audrey Howitt 2015