Old Leaf, Rain

Posted on January 31, 2021January 31, 2021 by dpedece

A poem

Who sees the old?
Who sees wrinkled, brown?
Who sees beyond speckles and spots?
Who sees beauty, grace?
Who touches the old?
Who? Only indifferent rain?

Published by dpedece

Barefoot Latvian writer with cheek. Lives in Rainier's Lap. View all posts by dpedece

6 thoughts on “Old Leaf, Rain”

judy January 31, 20218:33 pm Reply

Great poem! Lovely photo.

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1. dpedece January 31, 202110:47 pm Reply
  
  Thanks, Judy! Glad you like them both.
  
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Colleen L, Reece January 31, 20215:13 pm Reply

Rain is so non-judgmental! Neat poem.

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Peggy January 31, 20214:14 pm Reply

Your poetry, today’s and yesterday’s, combines nature and feeling. Very Mary Oliver. She would like your poems.

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irmafritz January 31, 20213:32 pm Reply

A poem to break your heart!

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1. dpedece January 31, 20213:37 pm Reply
  
  Thanks, Irma!
  
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