This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Tightly closed against morning chill,
Holding essence tight like in-drawn breath,
Waiting for an unknown time
On an invisible clock to steal.
Who can fathom such silent wonder,
But stand in awe and ponder?
Majestic in crawling, slow motion,
Thrilling beauty to overflowing portion.
Arms now unfold in radiant bliss,
Greeting sunshine with a fragrant kiss.
Translucent petals, gorgeous disclose,
Sun’s warm rays now caress the rose.
Posted on September 8, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged autumn leaves, awe, Beauty, bliss, caress, chill, Essence, kiss, nature, petals, poem, Poetry, Rose, slow motion, stand in awe, sunshine, Thoughts, warm rays, wonder. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.