I Feel Fall
I'm in love.
A soft breeze rustles the leaves on the trees just outside my window. All is silent save the ocean roaring in the distance at a rhythm too lovely for words. And the wooden clock in the corner holds his pace, savoring this time of night when his tick tick tick is finally heard. It's dark now, all around, except some photos sliding in and out on my computer screen.
I feel peace. I feel Fall. I'm in love.
© Candice Reineke 2013
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 27th Aug 2014 17:23
So - an interested comment Like that of Philipos opens new doors about the poet's experience - and the resultant reservoir of poetical ideas.
I now live in Sale, Cheshire, in the UK. But I miss the sea and sky of the islands - achingly. We do love England, and the great variety of persons now called British. The ethnicity 'variety' is becoming more apparent, something I really missed when I first moved here. BDA was very cosmopolitan. (And 'the Brits' were the 'ex-pats'.)