my window

in my mind, I record movies
a sudden leave falls from a tree which branches I see not
as a draft pass by, golden-green reflects from the dancing
falling leave

a quiet ballet starts
carefully comes,
one
by
one,
the other leaves
spinning and dancing cheerfully
as they fall by the trees feet

then comes a fast wind announcing:
open the clouds,
a golden sun enters

waves the tree

with sun and wind
a thousand trembling leaves
dizzily vibrates through day light

(maybe time's wisper
maybe seasons brath

what comes and goes
among stars and earth)