the earth

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