Deer bathe serenely in sunlight
Acorns at their hooves.
Autumn comes.
Leaves turn dull brown
flung to the earth
by ruthless winds.
Rains slash skies,
gray, dark, light dimming
like a mother
drowning love.
Autumn comes.
Okay, so maybe not the best poem ever. :-)
It's ok, but doesn't hold a candle to the old Kiwi poem!!
ReplyDeleteThat picture looks like stained glass!
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