Fallen Leaves

Walking is a great way to solve the worlds problems

I

Walking the woodland on fallen leaves
my mind soon ambles free
Each step crisp with sound
each sound a whispering sprite
Though this is a trail well-worn
a newness still takes hold
New sprites lead to other paths
new paths that refresh my soul
Further I trod on fallen leaves -
come join my wondering mind
Then soon you'll hear the murmuring song
then song can heal your soul

II

Walking the woodland on fallen leaves
we stir with natured hearts
Each step heals life's hurt
each hurt released from our souls
Though our mind's a trail well-worn
a newness still survives
New thoughts falling down like leaves
new leaves that whisper too
Further we trod to heal ourselves -
calling all to join our trek
Then soon 'twill be humanities time
then time will heal the world
 

Author's Note

A special type of blank verse. Each stanza has the same number of lines and the syllable count is the same for its corresponding line in the other stanza. The lines also share a basic feel but tuned for the stanza.

Reviews

[Helena]

"Walking the woodland on fallen leaves
my mind soon ambles free
Each step crisp with sound
each sound a whispering sprite"

ohh there is nothing like getting out there in nature and
feeling the crunching of leaves underfoot. The cool
ambiance of wood surrounds one's wholebeing, wrapping
us in healing energy.

Lovely, lovely poem!

Helena

[Antonio Valentino]

Truly enjoyed the message, very nicely penned.

Antonio

[Constance]

I love the message here, as well as the form. The only thing I noticed is the word soul repeated twice in the same stanza. Though I don't know what other word one could use for soul that would fit, and it's fine just as it is. I hope time really will heal the world.
As always, of course, excellent work.
C

[Samuel Dickens]

"trail well-warn" did you mean to say "well-worn"? I love this poem, Michael. I, too, have used those walks in the woods for natural therapy--since I was a kid, in fact. I often talk about woods and crunching leaves in my scribblings. Great job! Samuel