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A leaf, as a rule,
has no principles,
or its principles
are obvious:
Fall in fall. In fall
present a fresh smell,
cover the noses
of hiding moles,
rooting within.
In winter be crisp,
house ice. Be as green
as spring in spring.
Is it so different
for us?
© by David Capps.
Used with the author’s permission.
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David Capps is a philosophy professor at Western Connecticut State University and the author of two chapbooks: A Non-Grecian Non-Urn (Yavanika Press, 2019) and Poems from the First Voyage (The Nasiona, 2019). David lives in Hamden, Connecticut, where he enjoys playing the violin and hanging out with Purrbasket, a luxurious Maine Coon. Learn more about him at https://wcsu.academia.edu/DavidCapps.
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Wilda Morris:
A thought-provoking poem.
Posted 03/23/2020 11:10 PM
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finney@charter.net:
Another bright spot in our days. Thank you, David and Jayne!
Posted 03/21/2020 12:30 PM
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KevinArnold:
�Fall in fall. In fall� / yes
Posted 03/21/2020 12:04 PM
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Jean Colonomos-1:
Perfect. Just the right touch. Touche
Posted 03/21/2020 10:56 AM
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michael escoubas:
Mind of a philosopher, heart of a poet! Thank you David.
Posted 03/21/2020 10:37 AM
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Joanleotta@gmail.com:
Simple, yet profound
Posted 03/21/2020 06:20 AM
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Anastasia:
I love the image of the leaves on the moles' noses! It's sweet and cute, with just the right autumnal note.
Posted 03/21/2020 01:21 AM
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