Month: November 2008

Autumn

I didn’t see a fallen tree today Or the sun’s trajectory But leaves dropped at the first rain Sunk under wet air On the sidewalk Where my soles warned of slippage Paused and watched Each new drop at the end of a long journey On denuded branches Like a snail following a trace Drawn by the ineluctable force Of gravity To dive, once more, and collide With the fallen leaf Releasing on impact a whiff Bouncing back to my nostril Suddenly aware of the new autumn. Advertisements