FREE VERSE

The Wind and the Tree Leaves

They sway, singing the tune of the howling winds

Dear flickering tree leaves, which tunes dance on your lips, which songs rustle through your mouth, when, when the rain-bearing windy gushes, caress, caress bunches of you, all, meandering through each one of you, touching every nook and cranny, touching every single part of you, you sway and howl in frenzied madness, controlled not by you, wavering in directions unknown, singing the rain-song, as if meditating, seeping in everything, that the wind offers.

Dear tree leaves, as the boisterous winds increase their speed, do you feel that one singular moment of numbness, when what happens is beyond your realm, beyond your control, and slowly when it’s all over, things subside, slowly, do you feel that calmness engulfing your self, as you get a hang of the surroundings, back again, except for that one leaf, probably separated from the branch, which held it tight, that kept spinning like a top, on and on, falling on my lap, for a momentary moment, before twirling with the wind, furthermore.