She Walks Among the Leaves

She walks among the leaves of time

Her feet rustling among the moments

Softly yet deliberately as though tilling

Each hour with her golden toes turning

The amber petals so they glisten in light

At her feet then fade again at her passing

Years follow her wherever she wanders

As though memories are her servants

Which upon reflection uncover the

Tray holding the mysterious vases

Blossom bouquets from her past

 

Advertisements

About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
This entry was posted in poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to She Walks Among the Leaves

  1. Morgan says:

    Delicate Blossoms for the reader to fancy :) Such a Pretty verse!

    Blessings for a Sweet Today and Harmonious Tomorrow ~

    Like

  2. Very gentle, utterly serene :)

    Like

  3. peaceful . . relaxing . . thought provoking . . thank you for the stroll ツ

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s