Leaves of Gold

By | 3/27/2022

Leaves of gold shine 

on the fresh white snow Silvia Escorel

and my heart soars as my boots sink.


Beyond the gate, 

a quiet

country road 

curls around us

while far above

the jet planes zoom.


Atop the sunlit pagoda,

tinkle tiny bells

blown by the ice cold wind.


Time to take a deep breath

and dive back,

into my cell

to sweep.




João Pedro
Date: 4/9/2022

Metta _/\_

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