A Trio of Micro Poems

(1)

Time's hands are on everything—

After the fall of a hundred Japanese
red maple leaves, winter dressed
the shins of trees in snow.


(2)

At a distance, he sees the sun slip
the circle of its yellow eye, open
and traversing a winter-cooled sky.


(3)

With dark creeping
like a suspect all across the city,
night's promised to mourn
in the powdered face of dawn.

2015 © Maureen E. Doallas
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All of the above are found poems, their inspiration a recent TweetSpeak Poetry post "Top 10 Street Poems".