(C) R.L.K.
AUTUMNAL
there
on those distant hills
trees
rustling with reds,
yellows, greens -
and here
we stand
amazed at how huge the world is
and how it shines
in the silence
of the sun
JOURNEY
fallen leaves
flying
across the railroad tracks -
passing through,
just passing through
LATER
a long day
done --
now,
to just sit here
under the clouds
and nod
along with the willows
beside the pond
