look they falling on earth
from high above
I see them green
and I see them
in more colours
hour
grows it silently
with the time
past
the days we recall
can’t weave again
Night
the falling showers
the moon and the stars
a blanket of what’s dark here
being lit
in the sphere
trail
helps me
it
the trail
guiding
onto the path
of my ancestors
clouds
it might rain here
oh, not so sure
the clouds
carry it around
for the showers
bottle
A bottle, I made
I human
of the glass
and of sand
carrying my liquids
all over the world
dusk
the sun dusks
and now it be little dark around
the stars still shaping
the way
for the miles
dawn
it seems so quite
in the hour of the bright
there are birds chirping now
there is the sun to see
the moon still
hanging in the crowd
the stars
clutter
it’s so cluttered here
I can’t move
give me some to breathe
my lungs need a fill
leaf poetry 