Treasure Island

Sandi J Holland


A Touch Of Fall


I saw a touch of fall today.
It was the morning when I walked.
The coming season to me talked.

The turning trees along the way,
Were not quite turning yet, but I
Expect to see it by and by.

The sky was cloudy, heavy, gray.
As I walked on I heard a word.
It was a bird, but that's absurd.

For birds a word they cannot say,
But in my fancy on my walk,
Imagined I the bird did talk.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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Just another leisurely morning walk with coffee in hand, and enjoying nature. Do you do that? If not, you should.

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  • Sj Holland (11/1/2013 8:34:00 AM)

    Thanks for visiting and your comments, Roseann. Will read one of your poems. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (10/28/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    Totally enjoy nature, write about it often. I go camping just to be enveloped in nature's beauty, it recharges my batteries within, so I can handle being out in the world of people.
    Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem, A Child's Death. Appreciate your comments. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (9/23/2013 7:37:00 AM)

    Hi Patricia. Yes, I agree: birds talk in their own little way :) Thanks for reading. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/14/2013 8:14:00 AM)

    Yes nature does speak to us in many ways. I have taken
    strolls through the woods and hear the birds chirping.
    This is their way of communing with other species and
    with nature. Birds talk in their on little way. Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (9/14/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    @Khairul Ahsan
    Thanks for reading. Yes, it's coming. Fall. Yay! Can hardly wait! I love birds too, and will read your poem.758 (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (9/13/2013 9:54:00 AM)

    @Pradip Chattopadhyay
    Thanks for reading, and you're forgiven. Poetry does help us focus on a pinpoint in time, expanding it to a world of experience. I appreciate your ability to do this too. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (9/12/2013 12:48:00 PM)

    A sweet, soothing poem! 10/10.
    Thanks for drawing our attention to the impending change of season and reminding us to take a break and go out for a leisurely walk. Yes, I'll do that tomorrow morning.
    I have a new poem on the pleasures of watching a bird building its nest and the accompanying thoughts around it. If possible, please do read this. (Report) Reply

  • Jesus James Llorico (9/4/2013 8:05:00 PM)

    So beautiful, soothing to spirit. the last line suits it well
    Imagined I the bird did talk, and nature at it's finest.
    Yes I do, I always do walk and enjoy everything around me,
    So uplifting to our senses. This is simply the best. (Report) Reply

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