With a Nod to Robin

leafprint

the quiet leaves of turning
gather patchedly
by behest of wind and folly passing
of distracted footsteps
lost in musing.

Do they protect the fallow,
or merely dance to music
I do not always hear —

or giggle that they were not
condemned to a kid-stomped
roadside pile?

Beneath the glance of icy moon
they call to frosts still
unknown to grass and stone
to glitter sheen
forlorn of day …

and I by poet’s eye
see dragon footsteps
striding on and been
as mem’ries
of tomorrow …

pray come not the dawn –
‘till she reaches home.

~ by faucon on February 2, 2007.

3 Responses to “With a Nod to Robin”

  1. I like this, especially the last but one stanza:
    “and I by poet’s eye
    see dragon footsteps
    striding on and been
    as mem’ries
    of tomorrow”
    I love it.

  2. Wonderful! This was my favorite:

    Do they protect the fallow,
    or merely dance to music
    I do not always hear –

    or giggle that they were not
    condemned to a kid-stomped
    roadside pile?
    🙂

  3. Quiet leaves do have a way of gathering don’t they? Lovely work faucon.

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