Wednesday, September 12, 2012

dropped onto a stone

sometimes i flow in deepest ground
become the river, carving not only
the outer part of rock
i shape a hole, right in the middle
of hope, deep hanging clouds
embracing a mountain, somewhere
in the distance three twigs
growing from a misty slope
a leave has changed colour
dropped onto a stone
waiting for rain
rinsing its stains
while i am streaming up