The summer days
like dreams have whirled.
An autumn oak
indicates
With brown
leaves the key to gates
Which opens a
white and frigid world.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Not a Strife
A yellow leaf on
a green spruce is not a strife.
It makes such an
impression
Of the seasons’
succession
And everlasting
development of life.
Rocks
Rocks rising up
like reefs
Through the
golden sea cleave.
That which was
an autumn tree
Having shed all
its leaves.
Pink Plant
The sturdy
strong pink plant,
A part of autumn
chant,
Bursts out with
simple beauty...
I took a picture
of this cutie.
The Sunny Flakes
The sunny flakes
the tree has shed
Like grains of
gold upon the lawn.
The summer's
gone.
Life goes on.
And lilac
happiness ahead.
Authority
Authority in its
superiority
Provides severe
discipline
That timorous
sorority
Avoids bad
might-have-been.
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