Monday, 19 September 2016

the tree’s snakes
tangle to keep each other warm
deep in sleeping winter


the old tree dances
 too slowly
for the leaves to see


stream of passing cascades
bears the red leaves
 to where the poet wanders


step over the rocks
the old roots
too thirsts for the stream


water falls fast
to purl the stream
leaves lie damp beside


sere roots
leaves fallen
have you seen the new birds?

--Christine Wang

leaves fallen, stream flowing
will they meet
before first snows?


friends try to find
the time capsule
under a decades tree


they fall in silence
neither the stream nor the tree
protects them


the sleeping tree
held its last leaves tight
but all are fallen now


fallen leaves
of the maple
nourish the old pale roots


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