Fall
21/02/10 09:00 Filed in: Poetry
the last leaf
of the japanese maple
fell today
its ruddy body
laying on the grass:
how brief the green season
how silent its passing.
in stillness I bent down
touched its roughened edge
the memory of longer days
flooding me with light and longing
does the maple
dream of spring?
its leaves unfolding their prayers
for another season rooted
in the dark soil of my yard
or is it only I
still restless with desire
that resists the coming winter?
fell today
its ruddy body
laying on the grass:
how brief the green season
how silent its passing.
in stillness I bent down
touched its roughened edge
the memory of longer days
flooding me with light and longing
does the maple
dream of spring?
its leaves unfolding their prayers
for another season rooted
in the dark soil of my yard
or is it only I
still restless with desire
that resists the coming winter?
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