on a maple leaf, a jewelwing stands - still. it'd blend, if not so blue.
Jewelwing [Haiku]
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big, busy leaf:
light bullets through,
too fast to process.
I stared, and stared, into a leaf until my vision changed. And I could see the whole, wide world so artfully arranged. The leaf, it mapped my universe from atom to the sprawl. Compressed, layer-on-layer, there was one and, at once, all. But before I could grasp all that this vision truly meant, a gust of wind did catch that leaf, and fluttering it went.
the evergreenâs
time to shine: when the last
leaf has fallen
leaves are falling
throughout the city, &
someone sweeps them up
foggy Autumn day.
wet leaves flutter downward,
in surrender