Fly, leaf, to autumn moon,
no glass pass glance, no
rearview mirrors allowed.
As if there aren’t arms
big enough to hold her, no
ocean cauldron, wind catcher,
Smoke in her palm.
She cannot wait
for very long. No more
Spinning tops, burning
leaves, red merry-go-rounds.
No second chances;
it’s a Eurydice apparition.
no earthly elves can save it,
no mystic wood nymph
to sing it to life.
She can only leave it behind.
Will you let her go?
She drinks from you—
your hands, eyes, stomach. No
misty rain can catch her.
Glisten to pavement,
road rubble, globe turn.
Will you let her go?
ufosIsee
Now that was flowetry at its best right there, bold presence loved it…
bookworm557 replied
why thank you very much, you just made my day
smiles!
ufosIsee
your very welcome…..