Where Aspen Trees Grow
where aspens huddle
in dense woods or open heaths
I often linger...
the shimmering foliage
my inebriated soul
Paul Callus is a Maltese
author who writes both in Maltese and English. He has contributed to several
anthologies. Apart from poetry he writes lyrics for songs and has published two
books, one a story book aimed at children (related to his experience as a
teacher) and a historical book based on research.
A lovely scene can intoxicate us, Paul.Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteThank you Arthur; we're on the same wavelength:) Regards // paul
DeleteThis poem is lovely and inspiring Paul. I am sad to see Autumn leave. Aloha, Connie
ReplyDeleteI am pleased that you like it, Connie; thank you. I also miss autumn's beauty...not looking forward to winter's cold! Sahha...the Maltese version for aloha // paul
DeleteThis is great, I really liked it, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank YOU for reading and commenting, Peggy! Regards // paul
DeleteThank you for sharing this wonderful poem. I can feel the intoxication along with you as you described it so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Charlene; nature has so much to offer! Regards ~ paul
DeleteDear Paul,
ReplyDeleteI love the vivid imagery you have created with this poem.
A blessing at the end of my day.
Michael
Thank you, Michael. I appreciate your positive feedback. Best regards, paul
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