Listening the earth
for its beauty
the perimeters of leaves
arm ' s of the golden brittle leaf of sunlight
records the sound
of the earth slowly falling
faced with a distant glancing eye
of winter
the trees sing the songs
so softly
as if they could fly high away
and calling me in each
flicker of leaf
scratching sounds
composing a tune in white noises
in oriental dawn and dusk
patterning with radiance and shadow
engraving themselves into the green
-2009 / 12
-2009 / 12
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