For days,
the warm sunshine
of early autumn
has been shrouded
by the relentless September rain.
With a heavy heart,
I catch a glimpse of a rusty leaf
falling from a fig tree nearby.
It's no more flying
gracefully and elegantly,
which I used to perceive and admire.
All I can see
is a weatherworn face
full of raindrops.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Beautiful... Great to see you posting
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Beautiful poem, angliholic!Was wondering about you. Glad to read you again.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
The poem draws a delicate parallel between the feelings of the poet and nature. It is wonderful how your poems builds its own take on nature without the usual clichés of this kind of poetry.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
The moment
I started to bury myself in marigold flowers,
I was astonished to find
how little time left
for me to curse the darkness of the government!
After all,
it's not the corruption but the fragrance
that I reap
when I spend plenty of time
taking good care of golden marigold.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
lol... Hope it was a fresh pungent bouquet.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
You just called to say sorry~
you couldn't go on a trip to the park with me
simply because of the grey sky.
I don't mind at all.
If I hadn't stepped outside my comfort house,
I wouldn't have a chance
to taste this refreshing autumn morning.
As luck would have it,
the trees are still lush green
in this subtropical Formosa.
Everything is so peaceful and tranquil
except that it looks like rain.
As a matter of fact,
the rain won't bother me at all.
In spite of being old as the season myself,
I won't worry about one day
I must say goodbye
to this romantic landscape with falling leaves
forever and ever.
What harasses me most is~
I can't find some intoxicating lyrics
to turn this beautiful autumn morning
into an immortal piece of art
while the morning dew is fleeting away
with my life.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Enjoyed Melancholy in a "a matter of fact" way.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
In the refreshing September morning,
while I'm inhaling some fresh air,
I notice some sparrows,
busy gleaning the seeds of weeds
at a small park.
All of a sudden,
I wake up to the fact that
I'm one of their kind--
living a mediocre life,
easily and readily
satisfied with a mini meadow.
Perhaps,
it's due to the season of falling petals;
perhaps,
it's due to the declining years of an empire
that I no longer wish to be a seagull,
flying high over the ocean.
If only I'm still able,
once in a while,
to catch a glance
of a small patch of evening glow,
I don't care how huge,
how mesmerizing the world outside is!
Try to live in harmony with people and nature