Walking
The moon fell through the tree tops
And time became a gentle thing.
I walked on wrapped within myself
Hearing only my heart and birdsong.
Time became a gentle thing
That fell with the autumn leaves.
Hearing only my heart and birdsong,
I walked alone, content.
Falling with the autumn leaves,
A light rain caressed my cheek.
I walked alone, content,
Not thinking of this troubled world.
A light rain caressed my cheek
I remained wrapped within myself.
Not thinking of this troubled world,
The moon fell, through the tree tops.
Derek Ross
I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.
"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
I like it, particuarly how the moon fell from the first line down through the poem to the last line.
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