fallen from the tree—
an Autumn leaf's new journey
on the rivulet
In autumn leaves from trees fall on ground and on the water of rivulet and then these leaves start their journey. This theme has been nicely inscribed by you dear Pirjol in a concise poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the concept of ''new journey''. We tend to think of death as the end of the journey, not the beginning of a new one. Yet, in nature, death is never wasted. It becomes part of a new journey, ''on the rivulet'' of life. Brilliantly capture here in this profound haiku. Bravo, good poet!