03 October 2009

No trace

The candles burn bright
But the morning sun

Is weak and pale

The mist clings on

Soaking the garden

Obscuring the view

The neighbours pigeons

Appear from the mist

Disappear into the mist

Leaving no trace

[13 September 2009]


Barry said...

Still, there is this poem . . .

Puerhan said...

Indeed it is the poet who leave traces, not the pigeons!