I Saw The Leaves. Poem by Peter Vealey

I Saw The Leaves.



I saw the leaves
Clearer today.
The picture on my wardrobe.
Lonely as it is.
Saw myself from how others
Could paint me,
First time never.
Saw the garden as my home.
My home, not just as my refuge.
I saw the leaves on the bush,
Outside my bedroom.
Their wistful, insistent rustling
Amidst the moaning wind.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: musing
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About the wildness and pure nature of nature.
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