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leaves and memories – dverse

October 30, 2014

I rode the path between the maples
Where in the crisp cold breeze leaves fell
Wafted gently down
Red and gold pristine snow.

The path was covered
As if it had never been
Yet I knew the way onward
and better, the way home

It was the smell of completeness
and fulfillment
the freshness of outdoors
and always, the scent of you

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From → dverse, poetry

28 Comments
  1. Images evoked of a soldier walking a lone road lined with trees, in the snow..from war..still a long way to go…maybe I’ve seen too many movies where this fits…very nice.

  2. That last stanza is sublime. A beautiful write!!

  3. the freshness of outdoors
    and always, the scent of you

    One always want to make a loved one have the best they desire. A little familiar scent is all it takes to give way! Wonderful lines billgncs!

    Hank

  4. love the autumn-tune and the close so beautifully done..

  5. “Where in the crisp cold breeze leaves fell–I really like the sound of these words, Bill. Your red and gold snow is just starting here so many of our roads are lined with gorgeous color. Seems like a long time since we’ve had such a gorgeous fall.

  6. Very nice. That is a great scene you captured.

  7. Love the ending Bill ~ Always a joy to come home ~

  8. Love this!

  9. This is beautiful. Gives that feel of warm and fulfill-ness on the inside, the kind that crawls to the ends of fingertips and leaves them tingly.

  10. oh nice… a bikeride in the snow…there’s magic in this…and love how to connect it to the loved one as well…

  11. Beautiful description and rhythm, with edges of Robert Frost’s style to it. Autumn lends itself so well to poems like this.

    • thanks!

      I liked yours, especially about the Kurds – but I was unable to comment not having a google acct.

  12. The smells of Autumn and loves and past and present do mean so much in emotion felt.. and your words here.. take me back to the perfume of an October 13th night.. of me 18 and my first girlfriend 15… in a love in innocence.. that will never ever be replicated again…@least for me….

    And haha.. i can even remember the name of the perfume.. Babe it was.. and the smell of her mother’s cigarette smoke on her sweater that night dancing close…

    Stale cigarette drenched sweater.. was never as sweet as then…

    And it is a treasure.. to be taken back to that time again.. before i hit
    the city lights.. and a dance hall where innocence like that of years past.. is so far away..

    it doesn’t seem like it exists at all for anyone..

    any more..

    and maybe that’s true more than ever before….i intuitively think.. as it’s all out there.. before
    it’s even found…..innocence lost..before found….brings a tear to my eye..

    and reminds me..

    i am still human too..;)

  13. Glenn Buttkus permalink

    You packed a lot into three stanzas, yet the verse is unfettered, free to meander, flutter, kick up maple leaves. pine for missing loved ones; very sweet, yet sober response to the prompt; liked it.

    • I often think of the Blade runner quote spoken so powerfully –

      I have… seen things you people wouldn’t believe… Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those… moments… will be lost in time, like [small cough] tears… in… rain. Time… to die…

      Sometimes I see something like the leaves gently lofted into the air and wafting down like snow – and it is a great sorrow that I can’t ever share it, and do it proper tribute.

  14. I like how you made us see that path, as if you were rediscovering it. Great closing line!

  15. Beautiful!

  16. on the hunt again, eh?
    (sexual predator)

  17. is it the path…or who you once shared it with? i think a bit of both…many a path is heavy with memories for me…as much as they are with leaves…i imagine after this weekend all the more will cover it ….we are supposed to get a dusting of snow…

    • funny how much better life is when we share.

      it’s especially good to share keeping warm 🙂 Don’t miss the chance 🙂

  18. I do think most paths around here are covered right now. Leaves mark every path…and tomorrow we may, just may, get our first snow. Sigh. Your last stanza is a nice one — a reason to return home.

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