Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

Thrill

My first view in autumnof dead brown leavesall about a tree.A flicker of summer heatfrom an early sunon a September morning.The sure support of asphaltcarrying everyone of my stepsthrough an extending route.Huge cut treeslying on gouged earthand recording man’s ongoing efforts.Again I’m givenmore than I would ask,and relax with the ease of fulfillment.

nature · time