Sunday, October 21, 2007

Fall prisms

After the rain and the sun
bursts through clouds
a patch of blue
captured within the
orange and yellow
fall prisms
of maple


Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.
-French proverb

Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
-Walt Whitman

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

if words are leaves
as they leave
other words lean
in a direction
of a lean
of seasons they mean
so our lives
be kind