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Blossoms whispered wordlessly in the trees,
only to blow away unheeded.
The sun spoke upon the distant peaks;
green forests murmured in summer’s valleys.
Every question we set aside, forgetting,
is now answered by the falling leaves.
Stephen Brooke ©2025 #poetry
Blossoms whispered wordlessly in the trees,
only to blow away unheeded.
The sun spoke upon the distant peaks;
green forests murmured in summer’s valleys.
Every question we set aside, forgetting,
is now answered by the falling leaves.
Stephen Brooke ©2025 #poetry
a piece I wrote about my late mother; it appears in the collection A Poet's Day, available from Arachis Press (arachispress.com) as print or free ebook
a piece I wrote about my late mother; it appears in the collection A Poet's Day, available from Arachis Press (arachispress.com) as print or free ebook
you have plodded behind me
all the long day
come walk now at my side
as we finish our journey
beyond the hills
the sun has gone to rest
among the shadows
Stephen Brooke ©2025
#poetry
you have plodded behind me
all the long day
come walk now at my side
as we finish our journey
beyond the hills
the sun has gone to rest
among the shadows
Stephen Brooke ©2025
#poetry