Autumnal Rain
Although to enjoy the color of flowers in the field, you fell
on the yesteryear’s snow through a gap of sunlight with eyes
lowered bashfully, and followed the brook in the valley as a stream
of murmuring water, you are not the misty spring rain coming with
the tender shoots but the autumnal rain, because you do drift along
the water on the river of time and tide as a dejected leaf at the dusk.
Although as a downpour, you came from other side of dark cloud
accompanying air filled thunder and lightening and thrust into
the heart of earth with a dazzling thunderbolt, you are
not the torrential rain once poured on the violent water
in midsummer day any more, but the autumnal rain,
because you do flow in the water wafting a lonely leaf.
Since when has only the dialogue between you and the falling leaf
becomes your everything? You, the autumnal rain, come with the falling leaf
and go as the dead leaf which to be buried in the river named oblivion.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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