I Give You This Poem
The frozen leaves
Glazed in the rain barrel
And give them to you—
But, I give you this poem instead.
Words are leaves—
Colourful whispers,
Tiny scrolls
When breathed upon
Unroll their meaning;
I wish I could gather
All fluttering flags
And wave them for you
In a great huzzah
Until the sun blacks out.
But whether a shout
Or a whisper,
A letter or scroll,
Doesn’t matter…
I give you this poem instead.
excelent poem. specially words Words are leaves—
Colourful whispers,
Tiny scrolls
When breathed upon
Unroll their meaning;
Thanks
Fabulous as usually
thank you