I TOOK A SHORT WALK by Lisa O'Neil-Guerci

I TOOK A SHORT WALK

by Lisa O'Neil-Guerci

I heard the music

of wind and water

as I took a short walk today.

Nature had graciously asked

if I wanted to join in

their afternoon of play.

I might have known

I'd step into

their home-

that they of course

would become the words

of another autumnal poem.

That I'd come upon

and smile to see

a heart-shaped yellow leaf

propped against an oak tree~

both seeming to be waiting

patiently for me.

I should have guessed

that sorghum and cattails

would be slow dancing

with each other...

of course they would~

it was clear to see

they're longtime friends

turned lovers.

I then inclined my gaze upwards towards branches

which held the sun

tenderly in their arms.

A few leaves were stained

with the first blood

of the season's russet hue

it shouldn't surprise me

that the afternoon sky

would be so perfectly blue~

and that the white lambs

of clouds would scatter...

changing shape

as the breeze

coaxed them along~

harmony heard

as the voice of the lake

joined in the rapturous song.

Lisa O'Neil-Guerci:

I am a poet and writer from New York, blessed to be a mother, a grandmother and professional caregiver within the elderly community. I possess an ageless heart and spirit, and my mind and soul swirls with poetry. Writing has been my passion for as far back as my memory can reach. Composing essays and prose during my emotionally tumultuous childhood provided an escape into a world where my imagination could thrive—where creative expression of all kinds became the North Star of my life's compass. My spirit is especially stirred by the innate spirituality I keenly sense when surrounded by nature, and much of my poetry is based upon these themes. I enjoy reciting my poems at open-mic events, and am a regular contributor to Confetti Magazine, in which I was a featured poet. My work has appeared in several places online such as Rebelle Society, The Elephant Journal, and The Medium. One of my poems is included in an anthology entitled Blue Motel Rooms. My debut book, entitled Souldust, is soon to be released by Golden Dragonfly Press.

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