Leaf Shine.
One freshly fallen leaf, which,
among the rush of rustling many,
finds a clefty wedge, ledges
there, and catches time.
Resting it then flutters mildly,
momentary gem sublime,
and back-lit now by wintery sun
becomes a lantern, shining.
Greenly vain, its flimsy show,
begins, leaf clings low,
and resonates in eerie glow,
rich highlights throw
a golden maze of throbbing veins,
patchworked webs which move
hypnotically, and gently undulate.
One green leaf becomes
a graphic entry
into mystic drama scene,
Intriguing me.
Flooded through with
opaque light,
this living sculpture
makes for green delight.
Shot-silk velvet, potent
with inviting moves,
gyrates and leaf and I unite
as both become
transformed.
Emerald sunlit charm
transmigrates when
leaf shines me,
and my dreamng state
into contemplation.
it's amazing how much we can see if we stop and look closely.... a leaf is not just a leaf....beautiful Fay.....
A very beautiful thing, a leaf, and as you look closer, it opens up a new world of wondrous nature. Lovely write and a pleasure to read.
Your intricate and exacting imagery demands a level of study of your subject matter which I can only applaud in wonderment. Each poem has incomparable depth. Great Piece Steve
It has always amazed me how we can find beauty in the most simplest of things, you captured this admirably with this detailed write about leaf shine.
World needs to be waken by the appreciation of green growth of vegetation because of deforestation everywhere! Your poem helps all to know the beauty and importance of a single green leaf now more than before!
Your poetic words often call our attention to objects of beauty that for many of us go unnoticed, Fay, and your words in this gorgeous poem gave us all a brand new appreciation for a single leaf as a thing of beauty. Poets like you observe and remind us we live in a world surrounded by beauty, and that even a single, lowly leaf is perfection itself! Carl.
a leaf and your poem made it amazing
Glorious poem Fay. We are part of everything and everything is us. Energy is transformed and so are we. Such superb imagery and your creative mind works on such an intriguing level and the word you used, sublime level. I always love reading your poems.
An 'emerald sunlit charm' of a poem. You have painted a beautiful linguistic picture, Fay, with an added alliterative treat - I can hear that little leaf!
A very beautiful piece on the green leaf with wonderful metaphors Fay..Thanks
lady fay.. breathtaking!