I must confess
That I obsess
On autumn leaves.
The trees
Are bare.
My hair
Has turned grey.
I could dye.
But each man’s day
Must end. my friend
I Must Confess
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Last Night I Went
Last night I went
For a walk
Through fallen leaves
And thought
How their sweet scent
Will soon
Be spent.
Late Autumn
Cold day.
No sun
Does say
Late Autumn
Has come.
Leaf Blower
The leaf blower blows.
But can not keep pace
With the fall of leaves.
The wise man knows
That the race
Of dead leaves
Must end in dust
For them.
And men.
Autumn Day
On a grey
Autumn day,
I engage
With age.
Autumn Must Come
Autumn must come
Soon. Who will recall
Leaves that fall?
So many men.
Yet there are
Far more fallen leaves,
Than there are men.
I Scent the Early Summer Air
I scent the early summer air,
And there
Find a hint of autumn leaves.
The trees
Hold what will be gold
Once autumn calls, and leaves
Fall down,
To the ground.
For within this early summer air,
I scent the autumn hiding there.
An Autumn Bird
An autumn bird
I heard
Sing
Ere the sky
Grew bright,
And I
Thought of spring,
And eternal night.
Decay
I smell the decay
On an autumn day.
I shall rhyme
For a time,
For fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
Late Afternoon, In The Churchyard
Late afternoon, in the churchyard,
A pattern of Autumn leaves
On the ground,
Distracted me
From my thought,
Which was not that profound.
K Morris - Poet 