• Poetry - Poetry by Andrew Hidas

    On Walking in Barren Woods, Alone

    November 25, 2021 - By 

      ON WALKING IN BARREN WOODS, ALONE        By Andrew Hidas If these leaves were raindrops fallen to earth I would be slogging through mud above my shins, but dried and golden they instead yield with a delicate shrush, my only concern being to lend them my weight gingerly lest my ankle land on a hidden root or rock that sends me tumbling through the hushed forest where no other sound intrudes. Barely off the busy thoroughfare, these barren woods a sanctuary, a quietude, no engine roar nor backlit screen suggesting the constant thrum of all the otherness…

  • Poetry - Poetry by Andrew Hidas

    To a Falling Leaf in the Wind

    December 30, 2014 - By 

    To a Falling Leaf in the Wind By Andrew Hidas Just the few of you left now, your stubborn clinging spent, a mighty December wind sending you finally to freefall. Reclined in the steaming waters, I watch cascade from your branch, spinning violently, a micro tornado, coming to rest smack in the middle of my forehead. You are small, seven-pronged, maple, and as you become my third eye, I look with renewed surprise heavenward, your cycle now blessed and complete. *** For periodic and brief posts of inspiring words from the world’s great thinkers and artists, accompanied by lovely photography…