THE FOREST GREEN: Turning (poem)    
 Turning (poem)1 comment
Monday, September 22nd 2008, by Marissa A Spencer

for the changing season..


The rusty moon shines like a timeless pendulum
Summer's end smells like sleeping roses
I am suddenly stilled and immobilized
It feels different, I cannot put my finger on it
Something is changing, making me tingle
Standing quietly I sense a turning of nature's pages
The leaves of which are fluttering on the breeze
Nothing exists but me and the buzzing air around me
I see the geese flying with honking urgency
The insects are laying, crawling, looking for rest
It is all around me and I don't exist, never did
The me that was me is not me anymore
I am the blade of grass with dew clinging to it
My heart is the evening cricket chorus
I see my hands and they hold the earth
When I look up, the earth holds me

© September 22, 2008 Marissa A Spencer



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