Vessel black on table with
Auburn maple leaf...
A whiff of shadows faint,
Leaf is wincing slight as flame
Of candle lone...
From the vessel shadows flow
With a silence mingling, yet
From the dance appeared silhouétte -
From the speechless dance of shades -
Maiden clad in dun brocade...
"Look upon the leaves on tree,
Listen to the sand, and read,
Read what they impart...
Thus unsaid to be revealed, what is,
And what to come..."
Half-whispering she said, and left
Me bewildered looking at
Maple leaf in vessel black...
