How We Fall In Love


Beauty speaks

through the crunching sound

of dried leaves.

Alone and lonely on a long walk,

it makes so much sense.

I think this is how we fall in love.

About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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4 Responses to How We Fall In Love

  1. I love your work. Simply stunning in its simplicity… and then the layers it unfolds in the imagination. Thank you.

  2. Lovely post …I love the crunch of fall leaves.

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