Poem -
Autumn at the Los Angeles River
Today, I walked
Along a river girded by concrete
As fall's cold hand caressed the sage nearby
Today, I walked
Among hundreds of shades of sepia, brown, vermillion
As I heard my footfalls distinctly, with no green, dewy foliage
To soften my heavy steps
Today, I walked
Among the surrendering of Nature
To fall's cold hand, which caressed the sage nearby
What parts of me are dry
What parts of me are brown, with no verve
What can soften my heavy footfalls
Today, I walked
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Comments
Hi Kristin, I just wanted to say that I really like your lovely poem, so simple but very cleverly written. All the best and kind regards. The Fish of the Sea
Thank you!
Your poem is written in a soft voice with a touch of melancholy. It's a fab poem x
Forest not concrete
Our footfalls will be softened
-- thanks for sharing 5*
Thank you. Much love!
A beautiful write Kristen...kind of sad..just lovely...??
Many thanks! Much love.
Stunnng! A joy to read ?
nice poem Linda
Hi again Kristen. You were next on my list. Happy holidays and new year to you. Peace and smiles. The Fish of the Sea
wandering this site, another pearl found.
I know the place but as a cyclist, out of playa, alone in the early morning and quite long in time before the encampments formed.
you made the desolate and cold places seem better, natural, even beautiful, by your presence as you described it there
checked in to see if you had written more in my absence, alas, not yet:)
be well. write more:)