Sanctu-Array >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

I watch myself tiring
walking this carpet
of grass from winter
so many bald patches
abound, no growth

few trees succumb
to frost, now timber
naked but birds chirps
colorful wings, breast,
beak in search of food

brooks water so clear
only fox tongue has
has visited this place
thin water nothing floats
even fallen leaves, settle

tiny blooms of blue
clinging from vine like
grass, so many of them
beneath a tree, same
same place last year

I sit to ponder years
walking this stretch
I worn ten shoes
I still wanted coming
my life is here, my soul