A Somber Day in Autumn by Donnie Hamel
Bold hues of orange surrealism
sprout dynamically from trees
against the backs of foothills
glowing with natures altruism.
Trickles rise from my feet,
the rolling water laying
sporadic sounds of light rain
across the top of a lazy creek.
I came to this place of peace,
looking for something I could not see.
Leverage against life’s tribulation,
some sort of cathartic release.
Lovely poem.
Whatever you’re feeling, being in nature does bring a level of peace to the soul, doesn’t it?
I truly does!!
Yes, something about sitting in a park has always been an attractive idea to me.
What a beautiful poem. So encompassing and peaceful……
Thank you! I’m really glad you liked it!