Alnus_incana_rugosa_leaves,re-sized

 

Which leaf were you then?

 

When you glimmered amid

 

The overrunning roses

 

Of the tree of life?

 

The gold one, or the gray?

 

You see, you don’t remember, do you

 

So

 

How

 

Does it matter now

 

Your name, your well-mapped nook,

 

Your page in the bound-up book

 

Of the war-clad notes of drum and fife?

 

Or are you merely,

 

And really more clearly,

 

The crew

 

Of sun-capped fairies

 

Dancing on the eyelid

 

Of the sleeping cow

 

Who drifts away

 

Into dozes

 

Near the curious, fish-inhabited brook,

 

Along the skylit, dappled trees

 

Of the green draonflies’ day,

 

Or else even

 

The light

 

Stepping of the coyote’s toe

 

On the white

 

Skipping patch of winter snow,

 

All within the cosmic flower,

 

At the raven’s lightning hour,

 

Of the ringed serpent’s ever-radiant garden

 

Of the night?

 

© Sharon St Joan, July 2013

 

Photo: Quadell / Wikimedia Commons / “English: Alnus incana ssp. rugosa — leaves.”  / “This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.”