Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem: "Listening to the Falling Leaf" by Mark Clark

Beneath a cloudless sky,
A noon day sun permeates
Without the whispering wind.
I behold the maple, every leaf in tangerine.
Can gravity be long denied?

The first fluttering leaf breaks free,
Doing a few silent somersaults enroute
Before skittering gently across the uneven bricks,
Finally nudging up against the back of my sleeping dog.
Observing and listening in silence feeds the soul.