24 November 2007


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The leaves are a thing to lose,
The lawn of yellow points.
Un-image a measure of days,
A season distempered both
In time's gray subsequence
And a separation all-ordained, unseen.

3 comments:

zhoen said...

Lovely.

But I imagine the tree looking down in embarrassment at the moment.
"Oops."

mark said...

ha! like the grade-school dream.

shooting star said...

absolutely lovely!!!!
the different contrasting colors merge in together so nicely!!!!