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.
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