On the face of a leaf…

On the face of a leaf…
Soft mellow reflections…
Succulent glistening drops…
Oblivion to the confusion of people.

Beckoning me to look at the entire landscape…
Pointing to an unnamed creek…
Into the heart-like expanses…
Helping me understand the life around the sun.

Most of her poems are unfinished…
There are nowhere for their words to go…
Never to see the two far off seas…
She sits, witnessing the beautiful and the terrible.

Observing that most animals are happy…
That most names don’t properly fit…
The color of her eyes changing with the seasons…
Sometimes wrinkled with confusion.


On the face of a leaf…
Veins like long ago rivers…
Always returning…
To where she was, before she began.

I love you,

Annie