If I Were a Poet

Night soothes the pain of the day. I welcome a blanket of stars.

Beneath the night sky, my garden sleeps.

The moon appears from behind a mountain.

Beyond the mountain there are mountains even higher.

Trees with red leaves are pillars of a temple.

The moon disappears behind a cloud, playing hide-and-seek.

Wind shakes the leaves. They whisper their secrets.

A leaf grows wings and flies from its home.

Days fall like the leaves and are gone forever.