Odes upon raking leaves
Nov. 20th, 2007 09:11 pm Autumn Leaves, reprise
The falling leaves
drift by my window.
So impermanent, yet so many.
To Ants on a Fallen Piece of Candy
The ants, like tiny humans,
cling to that which they cannot hold.
A sweep of the rake and it is gone.
The falling leaves
drift by my window.
So impermanent, yet so many.
To Ants on a Fallen Piece of Candy
The ants, like tiny humans,
cling to that which they cannot hold.
A sweep of the rake and it is gone.