Beautiful words,
They are the chase
of the wind
and the leaf,
as though the leaf is
always running –
just a few
steps ahead,
and will not choose
to come to rest,
until the wind
has ceased its blowing.
Still Light
Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
Lovely language paired with wit. An intelligently and gracefully rendered piece, which is the best proof of your claim on the first lines. :-)
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I feel often like words blow in like leaves and settle only when they choose to.
The imagery we choose to evoke are usually a reflection of our character. Yours sounds very life-loving and organic. :-)
Aw, thank you, Iris. Will have to stop by your site when I get a chance. “)
Pleasure was all mine. I like to get my own writing kick-started by the good stuff I find while blog-surfing, so I should be the one thanking you. :-)
:)
as long as there is breath
there is movement
and there is dance ….
chasing the leaf
can be a waltz
worthy of a good exhale
Thank you, Jim. I like that…
“They are the chase of the wind”–what a wonderful phrase.