Fluttering leaves
are the beauties of this dance
they move in multi-colored synchronicity
and blush not in shame
when rhythm is out of time.

Limbs extend toward the light
that kisses the free-birds
who once explored the sky
but now lay decaying
a soft carpet upon the path
my feet dance upon.

May my soul
ever dance in these moments
when the solitude of nature
blesses me with an ethereal memory.

© D.B. Hall

Excerpt from the book “Pebbles in the Stream”

About the Author

David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.