Autumn Leaf

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Autumn is a time in the middle distance
It hovers before the eyes in persistence
A thing that seems too good to go on
And as though by command, is gone.

1 comment:

  1. Leaves of autumn drift and fall
    As soon as they turn red and gold.
    Then grey-lit skies do cast a pall
    On all the branches, bare and cold.

    P.S. - There were these bright bushes that I passed by on my way back from clinic this afternoon. I named them the "flaming rainbow" bushes.


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