An autumn maple leaf
Red, orange, and yellow streaked
Half emerged in grey waters
Enclosed in mossy green
Tell-telling of living beings
Flourishing deep underneath
Air bubbles peaking atop
Rupture in greeting
The force of their journey
Rippling in flawless rings
Shoot fireworks around the leaf
Yet, being mindful of its peace
The sky reflects on grey waters
Pebbled basin echoes in green
Surrounded by bronze pennies
Glowing in the sun beam
An old bark of a tree
Floats hovering within reach
Ferns shooting from it straining
To caress the maple leaf
Rest in peace
Weary maple leaf
In a wishing well
Filled with human dreams!
I loved this piece..what a beautiful picturisation.! ! ! ! ! ! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf presents as a flower and the way you have interplayed with the whole imagery relating a maple leaf with a human dream in the end is splendid and everytime when we tear a leaf off a calender it happens to be an insignia of new ideas and thoughts for us and one should let his or her life dance over the edges of such a beautiful maple leaf like a dew drop.......