Thursday, October 15, 2015

Leafless Tree by the Window

Dr Abe V Rotor
Frangipani or kalachuchi at Sacred Heart Novitiatate. Novaliches, Quezon City

I am a passing wind, I knock on the window pane,
     The door is closed, the wall in deathly pallor;
The roof of rusting crimson, eaten by sun and rain.
     I knock again - only silence returns my call.

I must have missed summer when everything here -
     A single tree, a patch of grass - is a garden;
Long was my way fighting the dark heavy sky,
     And autumn lulling all into deep slumber.

Fall is beautiful, but where are the good poets now?
     Sleep and the flowers will come one by one;
But I am just a passing wind and soon I'll be gone.
     I knock again - only silence returns my call. ~


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