Saturday, May 21, 2011

Unnamed



To be apposed to
a full-leafed tree
either crimson, lighted, in the open
or the dark green of a bittersweet
maturity
in the middle of life is
a piquancy I did not choose:
It is freely given all the same
from the storehouse of the unconscious.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your storehouse is a rich source. Maybe one's sensibility,creativity matters more than age. Enjoy the holiday. Eric

Cha sen said...

Eric,

Thank you for your comments over the past year.