28 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 077 One after one

One after one, leaves from my tree, love, has it forsaken me

I’ve known the rustling of delight, like the wind, who comes and goes with the night
and I’ve been there, with these arms stretched wide,
watching one, then another, fall by my side

One after one, leaves from my tree, love, has it forsaken me

So many leaves, I lost, I knew, touch of rain, the weight of dew,
but all I lost, that leaves, that dies, now leaves me room, to see, the sky,
and now, for the first time, in love I know, the stars above and the earth below