Monet’s Dream

The leaves are falling to the ground
I caught one as it fell today
And Monet’s dream lay all around

I watched it fall without a sound
The green of summer’s gone away
As leaves are falling to the ground

My hands were outstretched, heaven-bound
The leaf was dancing, swish and sway
While Monet’s dream lay all around

It fell with grace, I was spellbound
As if the earth had bowed to pray
And leaves were falling to the ground

It landed soft, my hands closed round
As if I’d caught a golden ray
While Monet’s dream lay all around

Inside me, something lost was found
It touched me more than words can say
While leaves were falling to the ground
And Monet’s dream lay all around.

Wayne Visser © 2011

Book

Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together nature poems by Wayne Visser, celebrating the diversity, beauty and ever-changing moods of our planet. The anthology includes many old favourites like “I Think I Was a Tree Once” and “A Bug’s Life”, as well as brand new poems like “Monet’s Dream” and “The Environmentalist”. Then as we turned our faces to the moon / Our hands entwined, our hearts in sync, in tune / We felt the fingers of the silken breeze / And made our wishes on the falling leaves / A gust of wind set off a whispered sigh / Among the trees that leaned against the sky.  Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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