Maple Leaves

Edges curled
body woven
floats atop water

Carries
the gift, the plight
of a newborn
reaching toward open sky.

Leaning maple
casts look, a wish
before the basket,
its bundled joy
disappear
around bend

Before
leaning maple,
barren maple
bows to still water.

Shower

Light rain falling, rolling
Busy morning commute
Droplets running, splashing
Steady, timeless, resolute.

All alone thoughts trapped
Night’s unrest, dreams, ambition incomplete
‘Til tiny knock awakens gleefully
Bath toys at my feet.