My lone feet pass

Along the path

Were autumn leaves freeze.

My dog loves

Snuffling amongst dead leaves.

I wish I could be so easily pleased!

 

I love this wood

As my dog does. Yet I regret

That I am caught in useless thought

While he just loves

Both it and me. he sees no tomorrow

Nor coming sorrow.

While I see the cold sky

As I pass

Along this path of fallen leaves.