Leaf

Foliage clothes the mind entranced
in a costume of wooden identity,
listening within to the voices whispering
when a breeze rustles the branches
with its invisible breath of sway
giving a sign language of secret stories
to the lumbering limbs of barked expressions.

Giving into the rustic spell,
surrounding soul and senses
charming with the magic call of Mother Earth's
timeless images of her suffering,
letting the spirit succumb
beyond where reason dresses the hand's labors.

Gazing outward under the mask of bonding with the entwined fantasy
feeling inward sprouts of an ancient blossoming message,
bringing in the mind a night of tranquil rustic passion,
sweetly flooding the brain in the serene sights of ageless landscape.

Heart throbs among the caresses of lushness,
before one transcends the moment
veins aloft the current of creation's singing plumes of understanding
reaching deep into the veins
till one is grafted onto the majesty solitude
floating into the melody of the circle of life
as another precious
leaf.