The Glen
Inevitably, the changing color,
beckons to the ground,
upon the earthly sediment,
which churns with great resound.
Supporting roots to wander,
til the southern most sunshine yawns,
the deepening reds and orange
swirl around -- all around.
Resting in the valley
ferns and trees are intertwined,
Basking in the sunlight,
Solitude resides.
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment