Another Villanelle, inspired while walking in the nearby Hampstead Heath in Autumn (Fall).
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
Copyright 2011
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