spring blossoms in fall;
the lonely shrub gives
the ground fodder.

as green splits the air
and juniper grins; now
is his time to shine.

go sycamores, leave oak,
leaves of willows, depart.
glory is in vein-hardiness.

go the way of all woods,
lesser in fortitude,
weaker in strength.

the soloist is an oboe;
bellowing the last of fall,
harping the arrival of winter.

09/08/2009

Posted on 09/09/2009
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