Autumn’s beauty transcends the joyous leaves That weep fallen! like the red-orange flame! In the swirl-leaping, gust-gutter: eaves. Sunrises ashen aglow his, aim!
Oh, Haven’t we all of us Once in awhile discovered? In a distant part Of his hearts fire Another woman’s ember Another woman’s lustre Burning behind his silent eyes
I remember summer holidays They were continually hot and dry They were all of them scorchers... I can promise you, I smiled. Basking under those silver willows
I What does it really matter? Like snow in its patter... If it’s to light for heavy—weather If love melts away forever! II Motion a kiss... At midnights asking!
So seasonal ills lull my every mood Ice flows inward outward my thinking Never does the spring thaw lessen its rude Hold on my life; each day begs questioning.
