Brook
Your ear tuned to conversation
of roots resting in worked soil
graceful maple like
minute shiver with fallen
leaves celebrates seed time
sweaty hands wield a spade
while the cicadas orchestrate
layers in A major
she stands at the spring her smile
torments sweet feelings
roots keep conversing
about rainfall and the heat
the swift brook plummeting and
coursing down the fragile slope
Manolis Aligizakis 