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Open Poetry #50

A Pile of Days

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

0 posted 2019-04-12 02:05 PM

12 April 2019

I gather days around my feet
like a pile of withered leaves.
I pick one up and muse
and feel it gently breathe

the way it did when first it bloomed
as young and fresh at dawn
not knowing then how it would grow
to evening right from morn.

I let it fall in reverence down
on to the forest floor.
I wished it well back then I know
but it gave me so much more.

The others too, I smile at ease
as each one I pick up,
the fragile treasures that they gave
so filled a buttercup.

The greens and golds and browns and reds,
they danced my dreams alight
as life rolled on and painted skies
of blue and sungold bright.

And here I am alone and grey
and smiling looking back
the hidden colours around my feet
have helped me to keep track.

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2019-04-13 06:49 AM

This is lovely Owl!
Maybe you have to be of a certain perspective of age to fully appreciate this. I am partial to poetry about trees to begin with and this is just wonderful. I love the spirit you put into your work. ~L

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

2 posted 2019-04-13 11:19 AM

Thank you, Lori, for your very beautiful reply.

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

3 posted 2019-04-15 10:05 PM

A lovely, colorful way to think of aging, Diana.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

4 posted 2019-04-15 11:01 PM

Thank youu, Ida. Colours are important to me.

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