23 October 2015

Suddenly, autumn

the leaves have fallen, Brother Wolf,
trees bedraggled and beautiful
as rain drips softly, on and off,
wind gently prods now-bare branches
mourning summer's fallen playmates
regretfully swirling the dead

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    1. I wonder if it's because the autumns deaths aren't necessarily true deaths? The leaves die for real, but the trees aren't really dead.

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    2. Or perhaps I'm feeling that Japanese "beauty in impermanence" concept. : )

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