Friday, February 05, 2021

Golden Shower

 

The Indian rain tree opposite our house.

The ripe leaves fall off the tree

In the air, the destination undefined

Yet the infinite wind blow

To keep it ground and far.

 

The falling leaves seems a blessing

On anyone under its tree

Perhaps, because these are mature leaves

Equivalent to be greeted by adults.

 

The leaves depart on a journey undecided,

Gives way to emerging shoots. 

Perhaps, because it is called Indian rain tree

It showers in golden yellow.

5 comments:

Tom said...

...this creates wonderful word pictures.

George said...

What a wonderful poem and word picture of the falling leaves.

carol l mckenna said...

what lovely and special poetry ~ thanks ~

Moment by moment,

A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)

bill burke said...

Beautiful!

Lady Fi said...

Wonderful!