Leaves That Hold Glass Poem by Alice Kwan

Pouring for many hours has come to a stop
the pitter-patter on the roof is slient
the sound of nails hitting the ground in soft hanging thumps
is no longer there. The light shines through the wall of clouds
angry their grayness appeals, dark are their moods. Light shines in the garden sparkles shine off of green and pink, colors blurred as if spinning round and round. Lost in imagination glass appears on the surface of the leaves. Dripping slowly, sparkles in sunlight bright enough to blink. Oh how dear leaves to you hold the glass? You are but whimpy structures that feed life. The heavy glass lay apon you, you do not mind? The rain brings you down, do not let glass as well. Tip your top, pour out the glass freeing yourself from burden. Beauty might appear to some who see glass laying on green, but burdens they are. The reflecting glass, dropp to the ground like your neighbors, do not harm the green, leaves, whimpy and weak cannot hold you and your shinning beauty. Let the beauty of the leaves show for they shine just as well. They supply life and you are just glass.