Monday, July 22, 2013


A poem I stumbled upon,
On a leaf inscribed short verses;
whoosh, the wind,
One here, two there,
On a string the letters flew,
all but the leaf;
The sun rose,
higher, higher;
till my leaf sizzled,
till the green is no more,
dry and crumpled;
The sun sets,

The stars twinkled,
One here, two there;
Gold, silver,
forming letters,
dashed on a crimson sky;
I rose to reach out,
When a leaf fell,
green and fresh;
Embossed like a velvet,
Some poem,
some manuscript;
When the sun rose,
and whoosh the wind...