One freshly fallen leaf, which,
among the rush of rustling many,
finds a clefty wedge, ledges
there, and catches time.
Resting it then flutters mildly,
momentary gem sublime,
and back-lit now by autumn sun
becomes a lantern, shining.
Greenly vain, its flimsy show,
begins, leaf clings low,
and resonates in eerie glow,
rich highlights throw
a golden maze of throbbing veins,
patchworked webs which move
hypnotically, and gently undulate.
One green leaf becomes
a graphic entry
into mystic drama scene,
Intriguing me.
Flooded through with
opaque light,
this living sculpture
makes for green delight.
Shot-silk velvet, potent
with inviting moves,
gyrates and leaf and I unite
as both become
transformed.
Emerald sunlit charm
transmigrates when
leaf shines me,
and my dreamng state
into contemplation.
Fay, you left no leaf unturned in the process of writing this magical piece. First class. You were up with the 'Nightingale' on this one.10/10 Regards, Ian
Wow! , what poetic skill. That's almost a scientific evaluation in poetic form.I love the way that you study each subject matter with enquiring eyes and amazing detail Best Steve 10
Wow if you can see all of this in a leaf, I can only imagine what a rose would do for you. This line is just amazing: 'Shot-silk velvet potent with inviting moves'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning write Fay. Your detail knows no bounds. You capture the complexities of living art with such beauty and awe. One of your very best. 10 love Karin