Inspired by Wordsworth's poem, 'My heart leaps up' (1802)



the air is filled
the road’s laden
with golden
yes, browning leaves
I walk through, jump over, roll in and kick
like the child
I was, I am and I will be
I pray
this gift of beauty
O rare harbinger of winter
I care not what it be
for child is father of the man
and aging though I am
it matters not
a child I be

Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-19 at 18:37

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I feel the lighthearted happiness in this. I can't resist a real "kick through" if possible.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thoroughly enjoyed this, Peter. Id be right there beside you in those leaves but at my age and current state, Id need you and few others to pick me up and set me on my wobbly feet!

Rob Graber
Let us all remain children--in some ways at least, certainly including autumnal joy in leaves!

Fine write, Peter!