As the wind rustles through tops
Of the huge Oaks, keeping them
Swaying gently to and fro
While gentle mist of soft rain drops fall
Comes the leaves of golden color
Floating down, their work done
You come gently floating through
Letting me know of your great strength
Stirring the core of me awake
It is with wonder as I sit and feel
Your magnificent power, brush my face
I bow my head in silent prayer
To this day, you have granted me once more
© Tobie Haga Roy
7 comments:
hey this is a good one ma. everyday is a gift and we should all be thankfull that we get a new one each morning
Thanks son. I love it when we get to connect from a world away, even though you are always near in spirit. Love ya, Mom
VERY NICE! ~ jb///
Sorry... forgot to wish you a HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! ~ jb///
Thanks LZ for the visit and wishes. Hope your day is good. Thanks for the kind words on poem.:)
Tobie, I loved the imagery of the leaves and the rain in this one. It feels "soft" and yet emotes a great strength at the same time.
Happy Mothers Day!!
Thanks my friend, good to see you, same back to you for Mom's day.:)
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