The meadow is a ghostly quiet in late fall
Chirping birds flitting about have gone south
Queen Anne’s Lace and Phloxes are folding
Smaller creatures seek refuge in their burrow
While a cloudy sky offers not a hint of shine
I am preparing for winter, too, thoroughly
Even when I am too chilly, my brain scolding
With hints of streamy breath from my mouth
I, like the critters, prepare for winter’s call.
written November 4, 2021
Streamy tears from above
Roll down the window pane
In a form of beads
Strung by unseen cords.
Bicycles race furiously
In haste away from the torrents,
The world, in ceaseless motion
Except this poor soul of mine,
With heads bowed down in sorrow,
The masquerade tree lamented,
The white line bore no silver lining.
No, not for me
A flying chalk from the janitor
Kissed my head.
Mystic moves magic
Knock knows kinetic
Living laughter leaps
Steady streamy seep
Touchy telling treats
Groovy glimpses greet
Primal posture peace
Lavish lasting lease
Dazzle dreamy dance
Cosmic changing chance
Wonder whispers write
Cheery charming cite
Mind meditates more
Cluster constant core
Leapfrog lasting lure
Crafting cautious core
Happy healthy heart
Sensuous sanguine start
Leon Enriquez
20 December 2018
Singapore