poem

A Brittle leaf falls -

In a silent dance
Of shadow and light
From the now barren oak limb, tranced
by the wind that sways a silver night

Onto a cinereal ground
Which rustles its own past and covers
The yesterdays unsounded fruit
And beat foliaged dreams of others

But at long last
The earth from its ends and corners calls
Into a hermitage of its own
A brittle leaf falls