A Reverie
Sparrows chirped and the morning dew crisped.
High and low pitches mingle together,
cracking the mysteriousness of the wood.
Up comes an aeroplane, eating voices.
Falling feathers play heartily with the wind.
Tails and wings of the littlings appear
here and there, among the bushes and hedges,
looking for each other, with the sun’s guidance.
Berries flaunt their white, red and blue jackets;
acorns shed their shells and expose the pearls;
Wildflowers are too busy feeding bees,
their vibrancy radiates and echos.
Images, sounds, movements blend seamlessly
in this lifeless, decaying corpse of mine.
Copyright © Helen Cheng | Year Posted 2016
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