A Brushstroke On The Lake Made By Dying Leaves In Autumn Poem by Jose F Rosado

A Brushstroke On The Lake Made By Dying Leaves In Autumn



A brushstroke on the lake
Made by dying leaves
In autumn;
Sinking to its depths,
Taking refuge from the light.

Visions cast upon the waters,
Colors seeking for the darkness,
For the grays that winter offers –
Germinating in its womb
Budding greens that are to come.


(January 2005)

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Jose F Rosado

Jose F Rosado

Havana, Cuba
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