slowly now <br />will the leaves <br />fall on the ground <br />without a whisper <br /> <br />and so will <br />the wind <br />blow an icy breath <br />that will chill <br />the bones <br /> <br />and silently <br />the setting Light <br />will explode <br />in flaming hues <br />in the darkened West <br /> <br />in solitude <br />a wandering soul <br />will stop in his path <br />to lay himself <br />on the leaves <br />to embrace the wind <br />to gaze at the fading light <br />and find home<br /><br />Richard R. Navarro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nomad-5/
