Falling Poem by Igor Balatsky

Falling

Rating: 5.0


Each time I hear the sound of a falling leaf
from the old chestnut-tree
in my backyard
I think neither of
the principles of celestial mechanics
nor the law of terrestrial gravitation
nor even salvation
of my sinful soul –
I actually don't think at all:
I'm simply
listening to Autumn...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hans Vr 23 January 2012

Enjoying simply the present moment. Very well written

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Paul Brookes 23 January 2012

A beautiffuly evocative poem of autumn Too many people don't listen to the turn of the seasons. Loved it: O) P.

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