Thursday, 20 September 2007

Leaves by Mike McCulley

I walk a moonlit path,
listen to eastern voices
and sleep in the day.

I'm like fallen leaves
scattered by an autumn wind,
not to be together again,

not to be a tree again,
not again to be with blossoms
that went before to earth.

Mike McCulley, Montesana, WA, USA

1 comment:

tumblewords said...

Oh. I so feel this. Beautiful work, Mike McCulley!