Saturday, October 13, 2018

Taiwan; Where Rain Trees Flame Gold



Matted and slippery on the streets
Fallen leaves wetted, strewn
Odorous Pumpkin pulp air swoons

A child learning how to walk through
Jack-o-lantern funny faces
From sour-cider cyber places

Cinnamon innocence with nonchalance
Grandpa costumed for an apple dumpling
To a Renaissance-family coupling


Indigenous trees of flaming lanterns  
A distance up the orchard slope
Find delinquent seas of nature’s hope

Egrets glide through banks of gold
Rain trees pour on Han River path
Taiwan-Pittsburgh, bring me forth

Oriental beauty in her bones
Carmine warmth the natives know
How lanterns on the rain trees grow


 Hybrid heart of sweet persimmon
A granddaughter her parents have given
Pomegranate Chinese apple raven

In silvery dreams fulfilled, adorned
Crispy in the autumn night
Candles flicker, every light

Where love and two together made one
Under one high-arched crested moon
So near so near, so soon so soon

October 13, 2018
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