Lost, Amidst Numberless, Fallen Leaves

Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.

Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.

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