It consumes all of me is a dream
Singing red, yellow, and orange
Autumn’s dying days dance all down
In Korea choir the color changing season
Catch my tongue in a song to silence
Softest chorus to burying my blood
In a calm land of flaming leaves
Nears a sight too bright to capture
Burst a photo cannot catch that instant
Life’s movement plays presto to freeze
Lay me down beneath chill pages
My day of white scape notes in bare branches
Cold mountains rake clean my life’s music
Spirit pause a bit to be green sung again
My life’s bark shivering its slim protection
Thin skin stung before the season of rebirth
Spring slip me into bud next year awaking
Aloha and e komo mai. I'm an author of prose and poetry born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi. I publish a daily rough draft here on my author site. Please read with me, comment, and please share your own writing. Mahalo for reading, and a hui hou.
Lanning Lee 