A brittle and
colorless leaf
shines brightly
in a stream
of dog's urine.
December sunlight
sparkles, twinkling
across the leaf
as fluffy clouds
carelessly drop
in weightless heaps
over the bowl-edge
of our mountains.
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Ya know, it's funny, I've gotten to the point that whenever something has the subject (even if it's just a minor one) of a leaf, I imagine myself XD.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, another lovely poem. I like the line "weightless heap." Usually when someone things of a 'heap,' they picture something heavy (at least, I do), and so I liked the subtle oxymoron :3
Haha, I wouldn't want to be that leaf XD
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked the poem :) Thank you very much for your thoughts on it, Leafy, I vastly appreciate all of your dear comments!
You're right, it would not be fun to be that leaf XD.
ReplyDelete*bows* Well I vastly appreciate all your poems :)