Poetry Oct 2006
 

 

 

 

PRELUDE TO FALL

 

     by  Papa Osmubal

 

yellow

leaves

            like

            weary

            birds

settle

on

my

bedewed

trails

            to

            slumber

            and

            rest

 

and

dream

of

time

and

wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

AUTUMN MORNING

 

       by Papa Osmubal

 

A piece of bread from yesterday,

a glass of water fresh from the well

and endless lazy yawns for breakfast.

 

Nothing really special happens here today

except the noise of the woodpecker

from somewhere deep in the woods,

the silence of the fog rolling on the hills

and the symphony of breeze and falling leaves.

 

 

 

 

Bio:Papa Osmubal is currently completing his MA in English Studies at the University of Macau. His Chinese wife, Susanna Lei Kam Sio, and two children, Yeda Lei Man Lok, 5, and Yuri Lei Man Hou, 3, are practicing Buddhists. But Papa Osmubal believes in the inherent goodness in every creature, enough to regard him a Buddhist. To observe fraternity and unity, he never fails in joining his family in doing their 'Pai San' (Cantonese for 'worship'). His works have been included in various anthologies and publications,including the May issue of GSJ.