empty
my pockets are
not, not when red leaves fall
on fern-bogged trails, my hands gather
feathers,
pinecones,
blue-green river
tides, snow-capped mountains, trees,
birdsongs, sky's blue, my chest swelling-
joy-packed
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB: Cinquains Revisited, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. Thanks for your visits and comments.
So many great things to gather.... it sounds so joyfull.
ReplyDeleteDelightful travel notes, Grace, and I enjoyed filling pockets with you. I already have my eye on conkers and acorns, which are abundant around here.
ReplyDeletePockets full of leaves makes a wealthy woman!
ReplyDeletedelicious collection, Grace
ReplyDeleteGrace, you make me think of the song, "The Happy Wanderer."
ReplyDeleteBravo!!!
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
I think you have gathered the best of nature.
ReplyDeleteHow utterly gorgeous! (I too am a great picker-up of feathers, stones, twigs, shells...)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
I understand that joy, I felt that yesterday when out in the bush. Makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteReading you after a long time reminded me no one does nature poems like you. Grace, it is always a joy to read your verses.
ReplyDeleteYour travel notes are every person's dream ~ you have described much about the beauty surrounding me.
ReplyDeleteNature's best gifts to us... so often overlooked by busy people. Well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYou have deep pockets filled with treasures!
ReplyDeleteah! Beautiful. Such a lovely write about walking the trails. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful, Grace.
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