A Handful of Autumn Leaves
The morning walk is a handful of autumn leavesI want to hold itkeep itgrasp its beautyto revisit and savorthe colorsthe explosion of scarlet and flameand the sun warming my facebut this is not the wayof things.The drying weeds bowto the beautyof inevitabilityof deathof absence and lossthat the autumn leaves singand the geese declare to one anotheras they pass overhead.Time is not a thief.It is a … Continue reading A Handful of Autumn Leaves
