Lake Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Leaf viewing Year after year, in every corner, they fall at their designated time. Grass still green, 'mums in blossom, without hesitation, they fall. On fine days, at the last cicada's cry: life is dying, dying, by ones, by twos, they fall. When wind blasts stones, rain brims the pond pillowful of red, yellow and brown, they fall. Raking, yet not raking. Every year's a bonus now. Nothing's more punctual than leaves in the fall. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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