Saturday, March 27, 2010

Lost Leaf



I watch last year’s
Amber leaf travel
All by itself,

In from the bay.
Across the bridge,
Turning right by the

Bonfire pilings.
Then up onto
The hard stones

Skittering left.
Now straight across
The road changing

Its mind halfway.
Chicken? Back again
To pause

Looking left and right.
An obedient child.
Going home.

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6 Comments:

Blogger Sarahlah said...

Nice, clear image. It's a piece that I read over and enjoyed as much the second time as the first.

Sat Mar 27, 02:31:00 AM NDT  
Blogger Twain12 said...

wonderful

Sat Mar 27, 08:45:00 AM NDT  
Anonymous nick said...

A lovely description. I'm always fascinated by drifting leaves, following their meanderings as the wind blows them this way and that.

Sat Mar 27, 11:04:00 AM NDT  
Blogger Twilight said...

Great imagery WWW!

Am catching up on posts. Had to stop myself from licking the screen on the previous one. YUM!!

Sun Mar 28, 04:18:00 PM NDT  
Blogger Pauline said...

such a delightful mind picture!

Sun Mar 28, 07:13:00 PM NDT  
Anonymous Stan said...

What a lovely poem, WWW. It has the same delicate buoyancy as its subject. I think that wherever last year's amber leaf happens to be, there it is and there it's supposed to be.

Fri Apr 02, 06:36:00 AM NDT  

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