Leaves, Returns Poem by Duy Bui

Seekers know not presents a spinning urge
Like flickering lights guiding a path,
Winks of sensations easily apace, return.
A low-pitch stream dryness unknown,
Duress to the glances of the sun-god, persist.
Moving leaves below heavy feet
Moving maybe to busy eyes only
Allay the ground lightly, sooth for taming
When wind so not windy, they lay happy
Array shapes and colors savored of delight
Gazing minds, contemplate of retrospect, too a future
Most caught by fallen branches, some saw the sea
Vast, not empty, nurture so much beauty
A hero turned home, ah, an endless story
Tiring leaves drove by heavy feet
Solaced by once, now naked trees.
Lonely she yearns to see, her infants rejoin safely.