Leaf-sound

Photo by Ali Abdul Rahman on Unsplash

The leaf makes its own secret sound
as it drifts down to the tinkling stream,
distinct: not unlike the butterfly —
a quiet clapping of her wings, then straight:
a gliding path to land in ecstasy.
More so silent, Arachne spins and weaves
her subtle threads to rapture with the light
of sun unwitting prey (sleep, my child).
Silver slides across the mossy green
as it meets the way that most resists,
diverts, and goes the lesser way most traveled.
While beyond, green fingered ferns ascend
to climb descending roots from above
who seek life and depth, exposed in
their stark relief, a stratified frame.
The leaf, undisturbed and unaware,
on silver slides across the green and moors
herself in lichen black to rest her bones.