Written By Eunie Jeong

Light greens, greys, streak and dot

The canvas, that is as white as snow.

A boy treads the translucent path,

Figments of imagination

Amid a quiet hush, the child,

With his school bag on his back,

A shopping carrier in his pale hands, trudges on.

Trudges on, with his back to all.

Lush green trees branch out and

Bend over to greet the small friend.

Autumn paints their leaves golden

With a swish of his paintbrush, colours spread.

A gentle stroke, and away the delicate leaves,

The branches, a lacework, flutter.

One puff of wind, and the street is gone

Along with the boy.