Current Poem - Fall City Post Office

Anonymous - October 2, 2013

 

 

 

FALLING WATER

 

 

All things have sides.

The moon old as can be

hides half with soft and silvery hands.

Morning glory turns up curious gold eyes.

Wet things bend under the first rain.

The season pushes another away.

Fall come down over us

slowly,

like a new lover,

tenderly

let the first leaf come away.

I will sing as it flitters down

wrinkled bird

captured light.

My heart is the soft place

it lands.

Night

is an ocean

unafraid of its power.

Stay outside if you must

change

enters easier

when you are silent as sky.

 

 

 

 

 

by Anonymous

 

 

 

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