<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0018 Man Raking Leaves (re Jim Morrison lyric)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound of wooden rake scratching concrete.<br>walk nearer - rustle of dry leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This, the beginning of a Japanese haiku<br>or maybe a Japanese film -<br>dry sound first, then rake, then leaves, then man -<br>that evokes autumn<br>too near the heart<br>to need a title</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sound stops. silence. man leans on rake. <br>then match strikes, there's almost yes an echo<br>from the dry leaves not yet fallen from the trees<br>in the forest all around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the first tickle in the nostrils<br>of burning leaves which<br>the two-year old scrunching through the trees<br>hand in hand with older sister<br>will remember all his life<br>like the silence between<br>two lines of a haiku or<br>the silence of the moment when the seasons turn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and who can say<br>what the golden-orange-yellow-brown trees <br>slowly stripping in a rustle as of silken nightgown<br>to the tune of, more a whisper than a breeze -<br>what the trees feel<br>as the incense of their, their, burning leaves<br>steals like a last caress<br>for each such faithful<br>lover?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460456" data-title="0018 Man Raking Leaves (re Jim Morrison lyric) de Michael Shepherd" data-description="The sound of wooden rake scratching concrete. walk nearer - rustle of dry leaves. This, the beginning of a Japanese haiku or maybe a Japanese film - dry sound first, then rake, then leaves, then man - that evokes autumn too near the heart to need..."></div> </div> </div>

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